N. No. Not again. Never again. Please No.
The news reports about the Boston Marathon are still coming in and it is too early to sort everything out. But I am just sitting here saying, no, please no. Please not again. Never again. No.
For the letter N I was going to write a post on Naughtiness and share some of my kids’ exploits with you. It was going to be light and cheerful and hopefully bring some laughs.
Instead I look at the picture of 3 of my kids gleefully forming the letter N and I wonder, how am I going to explain it to them?
Only the 2 oldest are aware of what is going on. They ask me, Why Mommy, why would someone want to do that?
My oldest was born 2 months before Sept 11. I was in a new-mommy bliss nursing him on the couch when I first heard the reports. I looked down at his still too wrinkly body and wise old-man face and thought, what is the world going to be like for you? Luckily I didn’t have to explain anything to him that day.
Tonight I don’t have the strength to offer platitudes about people who are sick and damaged, about people who let hate control their lives. I just hug my kids and wish I didn’t have to answer these questions.
And I cry, No, No More.