Some days are the baking cookies kind of days.
Those days where the chaos and ugliness of the outside world can feel like a heavy weight on our hearts.
Those days where we can all use a little more hope.
And a dash more faith,
and a pinch of relief.
It’s on these days that sometimes we just need to STOP…
and indulge in a mindless, simple task.
Because the smell of chocolate, butter and flour rising in the oven serve as reminders to our souls that there is still good in the world. And a tall glass of milk and warm goey cookies remind our children that home will always be a safe place, a shelter from evil and cruelty in a world that often disappoints us.
I trust that we all spent our weekends in a similar fashion.
Holding the ones we love a bit closer.
Lingering a bit longer with our kisses.
Letting them eat cake for breakfast.
Bringing them in bed with us to cuddle.
Tucking them in with extra stories and back scratching.
Watching them breath.
Having more patience.
And giving thanks for our blessings.
Because that’s what our children are.
They are blessings.
Each and every one of them.
Every inch of my being aches for the Mommy’s and Daddy’s who had their sweet little blessings taken from them last week. I wish I were strong enough to write about it more, but the truth is I’m not. A part of me wants to pretend it didn’t happen. To wipe the knowledge of last Friday’s events from my head. But that wouldn’t be fair. That would be selfish. Because each of those sweet souls deserves to be remembered. Even if remembering hurts.
11 Comments
Amber
December 17, 2012 at 6:54 amI love every word of this post….Beautifully said
Lisa Merkley
December 17, 2012 at 7:00 amOooohhh…. I just wanna smooch those cheeks in that last picture! So cute. You’re right. Hold ’em close.
Welcome back. I missed you!
AbsoluteMommy
December 17, 2012 at 7:42 amSuch beautiful words. Thank you!
Leah
December 17, 2012 at 9:45 amI lost it on Friday. Terrible that such evil exists in our world and that one of the places our kids should feel safe at (school), may not be so safe after all. It reminded me that I need to love and cherish each and every second I have with my baby and not just do the extra things when a tragic event reminds me what a blessing I have been given. I need be thankful during the melt downs, temper tantrums, sleepless nights and also during all of the beautifully happy and joyous moments. Its easy to get lost in our world and take things for granted. We are not guaranteed tomorrow. Every day we have with our families is a beautiful gift but can be taken away at any second. I have no idea how I would get through something like that. I can’t even image what those parents are going through. Knowing that your baby was at school, scared, probably crying for you….. it is absolutely horrific. I think when things like this happen, the media needs to not speak the name of the person that committed the crime but rather focus on the people that were taken. I feel like people are doing this for the “fame”, it that can even make any sense at all. Obviously there is so much more to it but I think that may play a part. Something very similar also happened on Friday to 22 children in China. The world is becoming so much more dangerous, I cant help but want to keep my son inside and never let him out 🙂 Since that is not possible, I just have to put all of my trust and faith in God and know that someday, this will all be over.
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December 17, 2012 at 2:24 pmWatching the news from across the ocean…and cry…and feeling very desperate….how is that possible? What is wrong with this world?
To the parents, the words from Winnie the Pooh,
“And if there ever comes a day that we can’t be together…keep me in your heart, I stay there forever.”
Love from Belgium.
Katrien.
McKenzie Guymon
December 17, 2012 at 2:40 pmBeautifully written. I can’t really talk about it either. Especially now that there are names and faces. It is just too hard. I stopped watching the news after I cried all day long on Friday. I rely on my knowledge of eternal families and that those sweet babies are with their Father in Heaven again. I pray that their families find comfort at this time.
Lisa
December 17, 2012 at 4:46 pmThis is a beautiful post. Yes, there is comfort in performing mundane, ordinary tasks. My thoughts and prayers are with those families who are suffering.
Aunt Debbie
December 17, 2012 at 5:52 pmYou always know just the right way to express what we all are thinking & feeling. Love you all so much. Hug
Wes and Sawyer for Auntie Bubbie.
Lissy
December 18, 2012 at 5:49 amIt is heartbreaking. Your words described how many of us are feeling. I live in Canada and it’s been all over the media everywhere. I was at work when I found out and I just started crying. I have been praying constantly for the families and the survivors. I keep telling myself the children are with Heavenly Father again, but it’s hard that such evil exists and those beautiful children and courageous teachers are gone because of such a sensless act of violence.
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December 19, 2012 at 2:45 amI know what you mean, and I have struggled so much with this. But I am slowly trying to realize that in some small way, choosing to love on our families and be present and enjoy the small blessings in life is a way of honoring these families’ pain…because we can continue that legacy of love and laughter their children started.
Lis
December 25, 2012 at 11:36 pmbeautifully said.