As the mother of five-year-old twins in a small town not too far from New York city, yesterday’s events in Newtown hit close to home — literally and figuratively. It’s hard to imagine the depths of shock, sorrow and anguish rippling throughout our community in the wake of yesterday’s hideous crime.
It is a terrible, terrible thing to be reminded, once again, of how powerful, how senseless and how ugly the face of evil can seem. It is terrible even to have to acknowledge that such evil exists in the world. But it does, and there’s no use in hiding from from that fact. We saw it in Newtown, and then its insidious ripple spreaded west to the haven of our house, where our little ones were full of questions and concern (I told them myself because they will be at school on Monday with children who have older siblings — best to hear it from me, I thought).
They say that when you become a mother, your heart lives outside your chest. It’s so true. It’s impossible to fathom the grief and heartbreak of the parents in Newtown. It’s sickening even to try.