Being from Massachusetts and living very close to Boston makes the bombings hit very close to home. I grew up about an hour south of Boston and we visited for the museums, Red Sox games, and school field trips. I attended college at Boston University in the heart of the city. Now I live about 40 minutes north of Boston. During my pregnancies I traveled to Boston biweekly for checks at my MFM. I "lived" in the city for a few months while on bed rest with the boys and then with the girls. We walk in the Boston March for Babies event each year along the Charles River.
Point being, though we're not living in Boston, we're in Boston a lot. I think that's why Monday's events were particularly hard to swallow. For once, one of the horrific events that we hear about on the news wasn't "somewhere else". While in college I watched the marathon from the streets of Boston. A few years ago we headed to the city to cheer on a friend who was running the race. I've never been to another city's marathon, so it might be the same everywhere, but I was always amazed how the marathon in Boston brought the whole city & state together. Marathon Monday is a holiday in Massachusetts-- the holiday is really Patriot's Day and it always falls on school vacation week.
So after being horrified of hearing of the events-- and hoping against hope that it was just a horrible accident. Maybe a gas line burst? -- after that all I could think was how it was all just too much. Less than 4 months ago we were reeling in the aftermath of the Newton school shooting. 5 months before that it was the Colorado movie theater shooting. And those are just the "big" ones. And then all you want to do is grab your kids and run away. Where? I'm not sure, but I know I just wanted to be somewhere safe.
But then I was outside playing with the kiddos and just seeing them play, so happy, so innocent- just seeing that reminded me of all the good in the world. Really, the world is a pretty good place. People can be amazing. Yes, there are some horrific people who do unthinkable things. But most are good.
And tragedies like yesterday remind me just how important my job of raising these 4 miracles is. I can't fix what happened. I can't stop someone else from taking another life. But instead I can raise my kids to be decent, caring, generous people. I can raise them to think of others. To do the right thing. To be a ray of hope in a dark time. And that's a pretty amazing power.
And because of that, I'm okay with the future. I teach amazing children who are going to grow up to be amazing adults. I am raising four smart, caring children who will grow up to be anything they choose in this world.
And all I can think of is Ghandi's quote "Be the change you wish to see in the world."
And good ole Dr. Seuss "Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing will get better. It's not."
It's easy to stop and blame and shake your head at the future. But at some point we need to stop and take responsibility to make it better. And I know my kids will do just that.
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Loved your post! Soooo true. I'm a mother of twins, just quit my job as a teacher to raise my miracles and I have been following your blog for a while...
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