I had a whole post all ready to publish about election day this past November. My thoughts on Romney, and how I was generally impressed with him. My thoughts on Obama, and my complaints about him from the left. But I never posted it because it really doesn't matter.
I had another post all ready to publish after the shooting in Newtown this past December. How heartbroken I was for those families. How I imagined that one of those lost was my own. Like, forcing myself to hurt, would somehow take away some of the hurt of those actually waking up the next day without their child.
I went on with my thoughts and anger about how quickly we saw gun control laws being pushed. And how there's not much being done about mental illnesses, and how overlooked this problem has always been.
I'm extremely conservative on my views about gun control. I come from a gun owning family, I married into a gun owning family, and I own a gun myself. Gun laws will not protect us. And if there are people in this country that are stupid enough to think that 'guns kill people' is a more accurate statement than 'people kill people', then I should be even more concerned about the fate of our nation than I thought I should be. (And I'm getting there.)
All this to say, I kept up way too much with the events in Boston this past week. What I was watching and hearing didn't even seem like real life. This was the event that put me over the edge, in a sense. It was the first time ever, that I truly hoped that Jesus would come back soon. I was terrified for my babies and the world they'll grow up in. It made me really question if I would ever consider bringing more kids into it.
We went out Friday night, after my day of news overload, to a big outdoor mall, just to walk around and have dinner. I kept my kids closer to me than I would normally. I looked at people differently. I was kind of scared. I reminded myself a few times that I don't want to live in fear. I watched my kids play and laugh. I really haven't been able to get enough of them these past few days. And I couldn't stop thinking about how innocent they are, how safe they feel, and how they have no idea what scary things are going on all around us. And I couldn't help think about how badly I want to protect them from it all. How I would do anything to keep them safe.
People were posting this Mr. Rogers quote all over IG and FB last week.
These next few are from our Friday night family date. The kids started giving us 'noodle kisses'.