Sunday, December 16, 2012
We Can't Protect Them
The gunman touched on my deepest fear; on the deepest fear of many - we cannot protect them.
We bring our children into this world. They are beautiful, they are perfect. They are our most precious treasure. We want to keep them safe from all harm.
The harsh reality is that we can't do it. They dart in and put their little hands on hot lawnmower mufflers when we are watching from just a few feet away. They get hit in the head with baseball bats during schoolyard ballgames. After they are hurt, we have to patch up their wounds as best we can, and send them back out in the world - where we can't protect them from getting hurt again. Locking them in the house to keep them safe just isn't one of the options, though I've wished it was, and only regretfully acknowledge that it wouldn't work. As a wise woman once told me, "Life is risk."
The shootings this week highlight our vulnerability. Locks and cameras couldn't keep out one deranged young man, determined to hurt our treasures.
I want to scream to the Universe, "Why?", but know there will be no answer. With the rest of the country, I cry when I read the list of names, see the innocent faces. I am angry, without a target for my anger. The villain got off too easily, shooting himself so he wouldn't have to deal with the consequences of his actions.
If God cares at all, there is justice for him. To me, that justice would be having to face the full realization of the harm he did as he left this world.
For the innocents, and those who died trying to protect them, I know they are in better hands than ours. We couldn't keep them safe, but God will. God will watch over them until their families and the rest of those who love them join them in the only safe place there is.