This weekend I had to talk to my five year old about guns and how to protect himself in an emergency.
I had to talk to him about bad men that come into schools and hurt children. About what gunshots sound like and where to hide if he heard them.
It hurt my heart to have this conversation. But it had to happen.
This morning my stomach is in knots as I get him ready for school. Taking a few extra moments to linger while combing his hair, straightening his tie.
Ever since the news on Friday I’ve been in a constant state of prayer. I forget for a few moments as daily life goes on but then I remember again and my heart screams out for the families of Connecticut. I wish there was anything I could do to ease their pain but I know….I cannot.
So I pray. And I try to stay in the moment with my own three little ones…cherishing the small moments that other families had torn from them.
And just pray.