Friday started out cold and rainy at 4 am with #3 coughing. She woke me up coughing. So we gave her cough meds and I sent her back to bed and decided she was having a nice three day weekend. I decided I could skip the rainy carpool line too and she and I could sleep in on a school day. It felt a little decadent, I admit, but I wanted her well finally.
She and I got up around 9 and spent the day in front of our computers. She watched the Simpsons and let her cold run it’s course, I worked on Genealogy and enjoyed a much needed me day. It was cold and it rained and we just enjoyed each other’s company. We didn’t move from our chairs all day. We stayed in our pajamas all day.
At 2:30, my middle child came home from school and said “Mom have you heard any news?” No, I hadn’t had TV on. We’d been watching DVDs all day. “There’s been a school shooting.” At a school in our state, a 9th grade boy shot another 9th boy. By late afternoon, rumor mills were saying he’d passed away. We began to watch the news and pray for the family that it wasn’t so. We’ve never met this family. We know nothing about them. They don’t live in our county, go to our school. But two lives were changed dramatically Friday afternoon and our hearts were breaking for both families. Shortly before the 10:00 news that night it was officially announced that he’d died from his injuries. I cried for a little boy I’d never met. I prayed for a little boy who sealed his own fate, whom I never met. I prayed for both sets of parents whose lives were changed so dramatically in a matter of just seconds.
As a mom, I never understand why these things happen. My kids were asking me, “Mom why?” All I could say was, “I don’t know. We just have to pray that God’s will be done in this situation.” All I can say is when a parent sends a child to school in the morning, it should never end like that…