I’ve been pretty devastated about the recent bombings in Boston. Just like I was about the school shootings and countless other unnecessary acts of violence that have happened since my daughter was born. I can’t believe that I am raising my children in a world where these things happen…frequently. But the reality is that I AM raising my children in this world.
Today, as I was thinking about all this while mindlessly emptying the dishwasher, I witnessed my daughter do the most amazing thing. My son started crying in his rock and play sleeper and my daughter ran over to him and whispered “It’s okay, Liam, I love you, it’s okay.”
I know this may seem arbitrary to most of you, but it made me realize that I CAN raise my children in this world. My daughter is kind and empathetic and I know that one day, she’ll be the first one to help out in whatever crisis should occur. That’s all we can hope for, right? That we raise out children to be better than we are. If we can do that, maybe, just maybe the world can change. And if it can’t, at least I know that my children are doing their best to fix what is broken.
Now, as I sit here with my son on my chest, and my daughter by my side, I feel a sense of security, instead of fear. My daughter’s simple, comforting words were exactly what I needed to know that there will always be good, no matter how bad things get.