And for once I was SuperMom

Tuesday, December 25, 2012


I thought about all the unopened gifts bought for those twenty children.  I thought about them just now.  I haven't thought much about the Newtown tragedy.  I haven't wrapped my mind around it.  I can't.

In Kenya all the parents over dressed their children.  Socks and socks, woolen hats, down coats in eighty degree weather.  We used to chuckle, then feel bad for the poor sweating children.  Eventually we found out that almost everyone knew someone that had lost a child to pneumonia.  Pneumonia.  That infection that sat on Carys last week.  That infection that was blown out of her system by timely antibiotics and IV fluids.  Medical care that we can afford because my husband's job provide good health insurance.

I can sit back and feel lucky that my daughter is well now because I am an American.  Because I was quick enough to notice that morning that she wasn't feeling well and to seek more medical intervention.  Because I was lucky enough to have a Parents magazine in my house that just happened to have an article about respiratory distress in infants that I just happened to read during the nap time that she had respiratory distress. I can feel smug that I have all these things.

But I don't.  Do I love my child more than a Kenyan mother?  No.  Do I have more resources at my fingertips?  Yes.  Am I thankful?  Yes.  Do I feel miserably horrible for Kenyans that do not.  Yes.  Can I fix that?  I don't know.

My child most likely won't die because of pneumonia.  Or any other simple childhood diseases for that matter.  I am lucky.  My daughters are lucky.

What separates me from the mothers of Newtown?  Nothing.  Not a damn thing.

There but for the grace of God go I.
And my children.

So what do we do?  Now that my children are potentially on the line.  We're there.  Someone walked into a school and shot first graders.  That happened.  We're that low.
So what do we do?

Gun control.  Yes.  We can start there.  Let's take the weapons away.  There is no reason that an independent citizen needs to own automatic weapons and thirty round clips.
That's a start.
Violence in the media.  The more violent actions you see against another human the more de-sensitized you are to it.  The violence that is in movies these days far exceeds that of movies that I grew up with.  What can you do stop that?  Don't see the movies.  What do you gain from seeing an ultra violent movie or playing an ultra violent video game.  Ask yourself, 'How does that enrich my life?'  Don't let your children see them.  Vote with your pocketbook.  If those types of movies stop selling Hollywood won't make them anymore.
That's another start.
Some things are going to take longer.  Like loving each other.  Making sure that the kid in the back of the room that no one is paying attention to is getting loved.  Making sure that no one falls through the cracks.  That will take longer.  Maybe we can start by asking for opportunities to love.

I think I might go write a letter to my senator...another start.

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