“Mom, why did that boy do that thing to all those kids?”
I pause, with my hand on his door, and turn to look at my innocent little 5 year old tucked safe in his bed.
I kneel by his bed, with tears in my eyes, and try to find the words to explain something that I don’t understand myself.
“I don’t know buddy.”
“Did it hurt?”
“No baby, God was with those kids that day and he put a giant blanket around them and they didn’t feel anything at all.”
He seems satisfied with that answer and rolls over, hugging his Curious George closer to him.
Why am I having to answer questions about this? Why am I living in a country where little kids now have to fear going to school? Why do I have to explain to MY 5 year old, that kids his own age were innocent victims in a horrendous crime? It makes my heart break in a million little pieces.
Pax said he overheard Josh and I talking about it, I thought I was doing a good job sheltering him from all of this. I guess not, and really, there is no easy way to discuss something like this with a small child. They don’t teach this in parenting classes.
“Ok class, so that’s how you change a diaper, next class we will discuss how to talk to your child after a mass shooting at an elementary school.”
I never thought I would have to have a conversation about this………with my 5 year old…….who is now a little less innocent since this happened.
I hope things change, something has to. Or else I fear the world my children will have to grow up in.