I can clearly remember the first night home from the hospital with my firstborn. While the baby was downstairs with his dad and grandparents, I was upstairs sobbing on the bed. It had just hit me that we lived in Baltimore, one of the murder capitals of the country, the setting for the violent crime dramas “Homicide: Life on the Street” and “The Wire.” What the hell was I THINKING, bringing a BABY into this world?! It suddenly seemed like the worst, most irresponsible, most irreversible decision ever.
Since then I have struggled with issues that plague all parents everywhere: keeping my children safe, learning to accept that the world is a scary place. The Newtown shooting shook me to the core, like every other parent in America, particularly those of us with 6yo’s. Then came the Boston Marathon bombing.
I wasn’t sure I was going to write about it, but when I got up this morning and faced my weekly deadline for TheBump.com, I decided I couldn’t NOT address it. I decided I had a forum and an opportunity to try to put into words what so many of us are feeling, in the hopes of offering some comfort to other parents out there who may be struggling to make sense of senseless acts.
In times like this, many say “There are no words.” But words are all I have to offer. I hope you will find some recognition or comfort in my post, “5 Honest Realizations I’ve Had Since Becoming a Mom.”