As we all have been impacted by last week's tragedy, I'm still processing and trying to wrap my hands around it. And of course that's the way I operate, figure it out, fix it, move forward. We know that's not how this works.
I have lots of pics to post and things to get up on the blog, but I've felt paralyzed. Silly to even think that our little Christmas doings mean anything in the grand scheme of this fragile life. It feels so strange to get excited about anything and throw myself back into Christmas. Because how do you celebrate Christmas when such a horrific, life-altering, tragic event happened just days ago. Newtown doesn't get to celebrate Christmas - why should we?
But we grieve, we pray, we process. In some ways I feel lucky that my kids aren't old enough that I have to explain this whole thing to them. Because really, how do you explain something like this when you don't even understand it yourself? 20 children. 6 adults. No matter what, nothing can truly explain why.
But as we know, life doesn't just stop, but we must learn and remember. We must move forward with grace and without fear.
And be the best damn parents we can possibly be.
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I am blessed - I get to revel in my toddler's little girl-ness and zest for life. And I need to drink it up. Gulp it up. And hold on to it with all of my strength.
Avery's four year pics - coming tomorrow.
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
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Beautifully said, Kim. We're all blessed by many things in our lives.....but our little ones are truly gifts from God. Bless all the families who had their gifts stolen. I can't even begin to imagine the pain and emptiness.
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