I just don't know what to say.
There's so much evil in this world. I can't stop thing about those families. My heart aches for those parents. They will never again wake up to a morning hug, make them their favorite snack, read them their favorite books, play tickle monster or tuck their babies into bed. Their Christmas' will forever be empty. There will be no more 'first' celebrations. There will be a forever longing. If I feel crushed for the parents, I cannot even imagine how broken they feel.
Like many of you, I've been shifting between total sadness and confusion to trying to be my upbeat, normal self for my kids. Truth is, I can't get those families out of my head. Like many of you, I feel helpless.
Since I'm the praying type, I've been doing lots of praying lately. A lot. I don't know what else to do. It's not like these families lost their house and we can send money or clothes. There's nothing that can replace what they lost. What they'd give for another chance to read one more book, build one more tower, push their child on the swing just once more, rock their child to sleep, wake up in the middle of the night to console them...they'd give anything.
A friend posted this on my facebook page: "Tighter, more frequent hugging....of all ages". So true. It doesn't matter if we're not "ready" for Christmas, if our house is perfect, what we ate, what we created. Love is what matters.
I'm going to love them with my whole heart and then some more while I keep praying with all my might.