Last week marked the passing of 2-years in my daughter’s life. Two years she has been a joy, a struggle, and a love. Another year that I am thankful to be alive to see her grow and mature. But I am fearful of many things these days with the increasing amount of domestic terrorism , mass shooting, and senseless violence I find myself at odds with how to keep her safe. I understand that there is no guarantee that I will be able to keep her safe all the time but for what it is worth I want to make sure that I do provide her with a safe environment.
In the passing of her birthday, I am thinking about ways that I realize we do not let children just be children anymore. I read an article about a mother who was beside herself when she found her daughter in playing in the bathroom revisiting the shooter in the building plan for her kindergarten. Now this is kindergarten, let that sink in for a moment we live in a day where not even the smallest and the youngest are safe.
I look at her and can’t help to feel a little melancholy. She is my world, mine and my wife’s.
This past week was all about family and making sure that in light of these tragedies I took the time to make sure that my daughter, L, felt loved and cherished. I wanted her to know that she will always be my girl and I will always love her. I want the best much like any parent.
So as always walk with me on this journey with a small sweater and some headphones.