WE, as parents, were affected. WE, as just plain human beings, were affected. Me? I, like so many others I have met through blogging, am a mother of a 6 year old. My heart still feels broken. Here in the U.S. and in China 6 year olds (and 7 yr olds) were taken from this world for no reason other than the completely selfishness of 2 men. My heart still feels broken. I look at my sweet Juju and my eyes instantly fill with tears. I cannot imagine what these families are going through and feeling right now. I can kiss my Juju anytime I feel like it. I can watch him sleep late at night. I can shop for presents and random things just because. I can feel irritation with him not listening. I can punish him when he does something he's not supposed to. I can look into his eyes. I can touch his skin. He is here...in front of me. I can piece together my heart faster than they will be able to. And so I do. I go on and I pray that these families find their strength as well.
Please also, let us not forget about the brave that tried to shield these little ones from the selfish men. They gave their lives so these little lives that were just beginning could go on. I hugged Juju's teacher this morning, silent gratitude exchanged between the both of us. Thank you Ms. Persyn for everything that you do for my sweet guy while he is at school. He is learning to be a better person with your help.
I am surprised at how all these things affected and still affects me. I am still in a kind of haze. Life is so random. It comes, it goes. It's happy and it's sad. Everything that has happened has awakened something inside of me. I'm not exactly sure what it was but I want peace. True peace. Happiness is what matters. In happiness, I will find peace. I go on.