I am sitting at the end of the boy's bed. The toddler has long been asleep; baby girl just woke up and is snuggling in my arms. It's good to be with all of them like this, whispering in the light of the boy's lamp.
"What was the best part of your day, Mommy?"
"Hmm...seeing what painting looks like with feathers. It was neat to watch you try that."
"Oh, that was my favourite part of the day too! Can you tell me a bad day story, please?"
"Alright. What should it be about?"
"No you pick! What should it be about, Mommy?"
I think. One day a young man walked into an elementary school...
Children? No. It's unthinkable. It's unimaginable evil and sickness. Who wants to tell a bad day story on a day already stained with too much blood and tragedy?
"What should it be about? Mommy? Mommy! What should it be about?"
I blink back tears, leave my thoughts behind, return my attention to the eager boy in front of me. Oh, child, so full of blessed life.
"Okay, here goes. I woke up in the morning and there was a dinosaur sleeping on the end of my bed..."
My thoughts and prayers are joining with all of yours as we remember the lives taken in Connecticut and the children wounded in China today.
Do not lose hope, dear ones.