Like the rest of America, I’m shocked and saddened by the attack on Boston today. I’m putting my words down to try to make sense of it all, but the truth is it won’t ever make sense.
Acts of violence on innocent people will never make sense.
I have a new perspective on things like this now. As a new mother, I think about parents of older children.
What do you tell your children when things like this happen?
How do you even begin to explain to your kids why this happened?
How do you teach them not to be afraid of the world when the world is a very scary place?
I don’t know the answer to any of those questions. I’m not sure anyone does.
As a blogger, my mind immediately went to the other bloggers who were there today. I immediately wondered if the people I “know” were among the injured, or worse..
One of the most chilling accounts I have read of the bombing was by Tori, one of my twitter friends. Her wife Dani (fellow Weight Watcher) finished the marathon before the bombs went off. Read her account of what happened here. I’m so glad they are both ok.
Tonight I’m turning off the news. I can’t watch. I’ve seen enough. Mangled bodies and bloody sidewalks and reporters asking the same questions over and over again. Sensationalizing the pain. I can’t.
Tonight I’m going to sing silly songs to my baby. I’m going to rock her and make her smile. I’m going to curl up with a book and read. I’m unplugging.
But before I go to bed, I’m going to pray. I’m praying for everyone in Boston tonight. And I’m praying that by the time Quinn is my age, she lives in a more peaceful world than we have now.
Perez Hilton said it best
