Right now, I’m living one day at a time.
I wanted to post something for World Breastfeeding Week. I wanted to send my support out for all those moms on their breastfeeding journies who maybe needed the solidarity.
But there were also two mass shootings within 24 hours of each other going on at the same time. And I felt like I should say something about that, too.
And then I got stuck.
Literally, I did not know what to say, or how to say it, because I’m just so damn sick of having that be part of my reality.
I thought about reposting the letter I wrote to Little Dude after the Las Vegas shooting. But I’ve reposted that several times already. (How sad is THAT?!)
I’m so sick and tired of this being part of our reality.
I’m sick of the head scratching and the excuses.
Maybe no answer that’s been proposed yet is the right answer. But sitting and spinning our wheels isn’t the answer, either.
I look at my own children, incredibly grateful that nothing’s happened directly to our family yet.
My only consolation is looking around me at all our wonderful friends and family: people who’ve fed us, supported us, and walked beside us over the years. We are blessed to know so many genuinely good people in the world.
It gives me a tiny bit of hope that for all the evil seeds in this world, there equal amounts of people just trying to love one another and find joy in this world.
That doesn’t change the fact that I’m damn pissed this is the world my kids live in right now, but it’s a start.