Grits and Purls

Spinning yarns about the grit of life

2012-12-14_16-30-34_451I cried Friday, as I listened to the news reports of what happened at Shady Hook Elementary School. I cried again as I read the list of the victims, twenty children and seven adults were published. I cried again listening to Christmas hymns, “Silent Night. Holy Night…Love’s pure light.”

When I picked my daughter up Friday afternoon, she ran to me, excitedly waving two envelopes. “Here Mama. I made this for you during playtime.”

“For me? Wow!” I looked at the white envelope, with what looked like our address scrawled on the front, completed by a small, green “stamp” in the upper right corner. I carefully opened the envelope and pulled out the note. On green construction paper it read “I ♥ U Mom”. I got down on my knees and gave her the biggest hug. “Thank you. This is so wonderful. I was feeling a little sad; I choked back more tears. Her love’s pure light had touched me so.”

Her eyes lit up and she bounced across the room to get her things and head home.

While we went home, and my daughter plotted how to surprise her daddy with his note, eighteen small bodies lay on the floor and two more in a hospital morgue. Police photographed the victims so that their parents could identify their bodies. Meanwhile parents, siblings, aunts, uncles, grandparents grieve at Christmastime for the child they will never hug again. Siblings will alternately feel excited about Christmas, guilty for surviving, and devastated at the loss of a brother or sister. Crime scene investigators will go to the school in the following the days to collect evidence, take pictures. The coroner will collect the bodies and determine how many gunshots and which ones killed each victim. And someone will scrub the blood from the floors and the walls.

When my daughter and I said the Lord’s Prayer at bedtime Friday, I choked on the line “as we forgive those who trespass against us”. It’s the only thing in the Lord’s Prayer that the petitioner is asked to do. When we petition God to give us our daily bread, we are not promising to make sure those in need around us have their daily bread. When we petition God to lead us from temptation, we are not also promising to keep those we love on the straight and narrow. No. We seem to do those things without being asked. Instead the only thing God asks of us is to forgive. Frankly, it’s the one thing I was loath to do on Friday. It’s the one thing that I will be loath to do for a very long time. But hate doesn’t bring me peace or comfort.

Perhaps that is why the Lord’s Prayer exhorts us to forgive others, because God knows that there is no peace in vengeance.

So I look to the children and I ask what can I do to make the world a better place for them, a place where they will know mostly peace and comfort and joy?

Meanwhile, I’m just too sad to hate or argue.

© 2012 Michele Arduengo. All rights reserved.

3 thoughts on “So Incredibly Sad

  1. Michelle–I cried too at this terrible news, and cried again when I read the updates with the names of the children and of the heroic teachers and administrators who gave their lives attempting to save the children in their care.

    This makes absolutely NO sense to me…as a woman and as a mother I can only weep for those who were taken and for those who are left behind to mourn. I do not understand this world we live in…one Canadian friend wrote on FB that she is glad to live in a country where she can send her children to school and know they will be safe, and I responded to her that she is deluding herself if she thinks our communities are immune to this type of tragedy. From all reports, Shady Hook was a safe place, too, and the children there were loved and looked after, but that wasn’t enough to save them from a sick person who wanted to leave carnage behind as his legacy. Can we ever really protect our children, our families? I don’t know the answer to that, and that scares me more than anything.

    Sorry for the rant, but this has touched a nerve with many of us above and below the border of our two countries and I just had to speak out to you. As a mom, I know you must be shaking your head, too, wondering how we can keep our children safe, and innocent, all the while feeling that tug at your heart that worries…’maybe we can’t’.

  2. Michele, my tears are so close to the surface, my nerves jangled, so many emotions. I completely understand the helplessness, the anger, the immense heavy sorrow and the love you have for your daughter. Love is all we have. I pray for you and all of us who are aching from this senseless tagedy, especially the loved ones of those affected. Hugs.

  3. Valerie says:

    What is it about the song Silent Night that seems to play a part in the grieving of this tragedy? When I heard it on the radio on Sunday it brought on my first tears. Before that, I had yet to release the sadness of the news. But the words, “sleep in heavenly peace” allowed me to see those sweet children being welcomed into heaven, forever “sleeping” in peace.
    The only comfort I feel about this whole thing, is knowing that we are all feeling the same things. The same emotions and experiencing the same thoughts. We do have each other. And I pray that the parents of those children know that they are not alone. That our hearts are aching with them and for them. More hugs from me.

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