I am vulnerable, the people that I love are vulnerable. If there was one truth in this world that would be it.
This weekend was a reminder of how vulnerable and fleeting our lives are.
Children attacked in the sanctity of a school, a place we send our children to learn and blossom. A place we trust them to be safe. Should I say something to my children or not? Take away their sense of safety?
A phone call early on Sunday. The dreaded phone call that didn’t materialize this time. My dad had a health crisis and I was kept in the dark for 4 days. This time was just a scare but it happened and I can’t help but think of the unthinkable.
I wanted to curl up in bed with my children. Keep them home, keep them safe but life with young children brought me back to reality. A birthday party, face painting, swimming pool and book reports. Christmas presents to plan and messes to clean. Laundry to be put away and meals to cook. The little things that are anchoring my life right now.
I am sad. I am mad. I feel vulnerable and raw so I start counting my blessings and they are many.