My morning started out like it usually does. One of my kids is always up before the others so the alarms start to ring. I think we have like four morning alarm clocks that go off between 6:45 and 7:15. I made sure that I actually got out of bed instead of hitting the snooze button so I could take out my daughter’s twists for school. The hubby and I did our normal tag team routine. He makes their breakfast and starts their lunch while I dress the younger kids and pack their bags. It is a little hectic but we always get it done.
On the way to school we listen to music or talk about whatever my son wants to chat about. Most of the time it is the Miami Heat but today he wanted to talk about Black Panther. The kids enjoyed the movie last night but had a lot of questions. Before I knew it we are in the drop off line and I am tossing their bags out of the car because we are running few minutes late. I tell them I love you and have a great day. They say I love you too and hurry off to class.
Then it hit me like a ton a bricks. Can you imagine those moms that lost their kids last week? They probably did the same thing I just did. Last Wednesday I spent the hours running around buying gifts and making sure the table was set full of treats, balloons and gifts so they would feel extra special on Valentine’s Day. I went to like three different stores trying to find something for everyone. I don’t know why I just wanted to make everyone happy that day.
I scheduled a lab appointment on Valentine’s Day for my son because it was the next available appointment and I thought we would be in and out. Who wants to get their blood drawn on V-Day? As I was sitting in the lab holding my son’s hand at 2:20 p.m. the male nurse turned and asked me if I was okay. I guess my facial expression said it all. I told him yes that I was just trying to get use to this. But I felt something down in my soul. Fatigue, uncertainty maybe it was even fear. Little did I know that just a few miles away kids were literally running for their lives. There were some moms, dads, husbands and wives just like us who planned the perfect Valentine’s Day to only come home without their loved ones.
I have spent the past few days like most moms sad, angry and questioning our every move? Do we send our kids to school? Is it safe to go to church? Is it safe to go to the movies? Do I need to get trained and licensed to bear arms? How did this happen? Why? How can we fix this?
The truth is our world is in a very bad place. There are so many hurt people that want to hurt others to numb their pain. But that only creates more hurt and pain. What the world needs, especially our children, is more LOVE. If your child shows some signs of mental illness, don’t be embarrassed, get them help. Don’t ignore the signs. It is the best thing we can do for our kids. Love.