Last night as I tucked my sweet boys into bed, I cried softly as I nuzzled myself against their warm skin, and I felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude. So many families are suffering beyond anything I could possibly imagine. These are the things I simply can’t understand. I don’t understand the purpose or reason behind such a tragic event.
I guess sometimes things don’t have a reason.
The experience itself is all there is.
The important thing now is in how we respond. My response right now is to offer blessings of love and compassion to those who are suffering, and fill my heart with gratitude for the gift of being a mother to my beautiful boys.
Every single day that I have with them is a tremendous gift. Words simply cannot describe. If anything good comes of this, it will be the reminder of all that we have. I will not take it for granted. I will hold my children close; I will tell them that I love them; I will listen when they speak; I will teach them what I know; I will say sorry when I need to.
I will look into their eyes and see the beauty in their souls, and I will thank them for letting me be their mother.
I won’t forget.