I found out about the Boston marathon bombing because I just happened to be on Facebook and saw someone post about it. As I’ve written before – I don’t watch the news. Due to my anxiety disorder it’s just not healthy for me. We certainly never watch the news in front of the kids. They are now old enough to notice when something bad is happening and ask questions about it.
But we were going out to dinner the night it happened. The restaurant had televisions everywhere so no matter where we sat – there it was. Played over and over and over again. I was smart enough to look away.
Then Landon asked, “Why does that guy have blood on his mouth?”
While I was panicking my mom calmly told him that someone fell down and hurt themselves. But then another person with blood on them was being interviewed and he asked the same question.
I’m not ready for this.
I’m not ready to tell my sons that this world is sometimes a bad place. That innocent people die because hatred fills the hearts of many. That blood was running because a bomb went off on unsuspecting people who were there to celebrate their loved ones.
I’m not ready. You can’t make me tell my sons that this world is not always safe.
I don’t know when I’ll be ready to have that conversation. Brigham turns three in a couple weeks and Landon turns five in August. The day will come for honesty. But today is not that day.
Right now all I want them to think about is springtime and practicing soccer and snacks and reading their favorite books. I want them to sleep soundly knowing that they are protected.
I am heartbroken over this tragedy.
But I’m not ready to be honest and share the truth of this world. The only truth I want them to know is that they are loved. By us. And by a God that holds all of His children in His hands.
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