Sunday, December 16, 2012
Not as it should have been...
This weekend was our joyous trip to Santa Barbara...a time to celebrate family. A time to laugh with our Grandchildren. A time to build memories that as I like to say, "touch my heart for a lifetime".
We drove with Christmas music playing, singing along and counting the hours til we would be together. We passed flags at half mast and wondered if maybe a local responder had sadly lost their lives.
Meghan called us and asked if we could tell her the address of our weekend home again, and so I turned on my IPAD to check the email with the information. As the screen came up, there was a news flash....and Meghan could hear me gasp. "Mom, did you hear what happened" and at that moment the joy of our weekend was changed.
I only had one request of our family. To please not have the tvs turned to the news, to please not spend our moments attached to computers that would describe the horror. I only wanted to hold my family close. Jonathan accused me of wanting to live in a bubble, and he is right.
But I rememembered an afternoon I spent with Meghan in her classroom. She was rewarding special students with a "lunch with the teacher" and I brought along the treats. As we all sat and ate and laughed, there was an announcement on the intercom...we were on "lock down".
I watched my daughter calmly and quickly lock doors, close curtains and gather the children to a corner of the room. We all sat quietly and closely. I held one very frightened child close to my chest and two little boys sat quietly reading like this was an every day occurence.
The sound of helicopters overhead was deafening, but more frightening were the footsteps we could hear outside the classroom. We had no way of knowing if it was staff, police or a shooter. I will never forget that day. How proud I was of my daughter, how horrific it seemed that lock downs are not an isolated occurence. How grateful I was that no one was hurt.
So this post is not one to share photos of our weekend. I want instead to share my grief, my prayers and my sorrow.
As we celebrated Christmas with our Grandchildren this weekend I could only dream of the gift that I wish I could give them. A world that was safe, a world that would cherish each child as precious.
A Child was born in Bethlehem to lead our world in peace.....I pray tonight to that Child to ease the heartache of those who lost loved ones. I pray tonight for us all.