My heart weighs heavy with the events of today. It’s like I could hear a rip in the fabric of our very flag today.
I seem to recall some sucky Gerard Butler movies that started with some far off mob taking the White House or some insane thing. And I always thought, “No way. So cheesy. That would never happen… We would never let that happen.” Well, today broke my heart to pieces and I don’t know what to do with that. So, I did what I always do, and wrote it down.
I find it ironic and hypocritical that some people storm the capitol and call themselves “patriots” and get away with it. But if black people walk or stand in the street, or kneel peacefully during the anthem, they are called treasonous criminals and threatened, gassed, or shot.
To the kids: I’m sorry that this is the world you get to see. I feel like somewhere along the line, we failed you. We got something so wrong to let this happen before our very eyes. I can’t tell you that everything always has a happy ending, and that it will all be OK. I don’t know these things for sure myself, anymore. I can only feel this spinning further out of balance and I fear it will take generations to recover. We have turned back the clock ages in just a few misguided years. Just like one person can go so wrong in their lifetime, we have put those consequences on our entire country, the one that we’re supposed to uphold, the one that’s supposed to uphold all of us. We have broken down our entire government to the core and found ego, hatred, and greed to be at the heart of it. We’ve broken the fairy tale. We did this by reducing the greatest nation and a superpower to the will of one man. And man, any man, is fallible. We’ve left you nothing to aspire to. We’ve pulled back the curtain and it’s revealed nothing but shame. I am ashamed. And I am sorry that this is the world we made for you. Please be better that we were. We have to be better than this.
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WOW! I felt EVERY syllable of every word to your response to the kids. I have been digging deep to find the WORDS. I don’t think it gets any better than this.
I have questioned myself over and over, why did I beg God to bless me with babies to only bring them into this cruel world. I trust God with them but as we saw Wednesday the devil is alive also.
My sister, my friend. I’m glad you found words that speak what you felt you could not. That is my pleasure. I’ve been thinking about your question. You’ve given me plenty to think about, and in trying to formulate a reply, you’ve inspired my whole next post. Please stay tuned. I’ll write my reply in full Mel-fashion… bear with me. Let’s talk about this. I know it’s important to you. So I want to give it my best shot and share for any other moms who feel like you do. Love always, Mel.
WOW! I felt EVERY syllable of every word to your response to the kids. I have been digging deep to find the WORDS. I don’t think it gets any better than this.
I have questioned myself over and over, why did I beg God to bless me with babies to only bring them into this cruel world. I trust God with them but as we saw Wednesday the devil is alive also.