It's Monday morning and I just put my six year old on the bus to school. Pretty hard thing to do after the horror that took place Friday. I know I'm not the only one who feels this way...I know most of you are feeling this same sadness, the feeling of loss. We haven't lost our sweet child, thank God, but we know it could have been us. We have hugged our children more this weekend than ever before...we have just watched them as they play and thanked God they are still here. I can't get this out of my head and heart. I keep imagining my six year old there and can't imagine the horror the parents are feeling knowing their baby was still laying in that school. I pray for their hearts to heal...they will never get over this, or move past this...you don't move past kissing your little one goodbye for school and never seeing them, touching them, smelling them again. And I have mostly prayed that those parents had a good morning getting them off to school. The battles we have here trying to get my talkative, full of energy little six year old to get dressed and brush her teeth, etc. can seem like a full war...and I admit once she is on that bus, I'm relieved we made it to the bus on time and I have 7 hours all to myself.There are mornings of yelling (most mornings) and I feel guilty about it afterwards. I hope that Friday morning was a great morning for all those little ones...I hope the parents have a sweet memory of happiness that morning. Not a regret of yelling and saying over and over "hurry up, you're gonna be late". I tried so hard this morning to savor it all...and not have any regrets. Was it a perfect morning? no...but I pray I have tomorrow to do it over again...and to have more patience and show more love to my children.
God bless the families of those precious lives lost.