This morning on our way to school, Lilly and I prayed the rosary for peace. I felt called to do so last night as I was watching President Obama's speech about Syria. When I am driving to school, I am basically driving as close to NYC as I can get without going through a tunnel. Hence, I see the Empire State Building and the Freedom Tower every day. This year I explained to Lilly in the most simplistic (age-appropriate) way possible why there is a Freedom Tower. We include the people who keep us safe in our nightly bedtime prayers. It is never, ever an easy thing to discuss violence with our chidlren, but I believe it is as important as it is hard to do.
It takes a lot longer to say the rosary with a 5 year old, but I believe those prayers...those of our children...are heard loudest of all. Her vision of peace is most likely a lot different than mine. But doesn't it start with our 5 year olds? If our 5 year olds do not have peace in their lives, I cannot see how they can grow up to be peaceful adults.
So today, and every day, let us PRAY for peace. Let us TEACH peace. Let us ACT peacefully. And let it begin with ourselves. And our little ones.
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Wednesday, September 11, 2013
Saturday, September 10, 2011
heartache
I think every single parent I know has the same worst nightmare. I hate to even say it aloud. Or type it. You all know what that nightmare is. Today I was reading one of the blogs that I follow and I found that another mom blogger lost her son in a flash flood this past week. Her last post is that of her childrens' first day of school. I read the comments of comfort and prayer for her family and I had just tears streaming down my face. It is just such an unimaginable sorrow to think that this vibrant little boy is not here anymore. My heart and prayers go out to this family tonight.
In reading the Washington Post article I was struck by something Anna, Jack's mom, said. They told him every single day that they were proud to be his parents.
My lesson for today: Hug Lilly as often as I can. And tell her every day that I am proud to be her Momma.
In reading the Washington Post article I was struck by something Anna, Jack's mom, said. They told him every single day that they were proud to be his parents.
My lesson for today: Hug Lilly as often as I can. And tell her every day that I am proud to be her Momma.
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