“we’re in lockdown”
These are not words you want to receive from your daughter and son.
The lockdown didn’t last long. Just long enough for adrenaline to rush through my veins and to leave me shaken again. Vulnerable. Afraid. Helpless. Nervous. Scared. Angry.
“we’re on the ground”
Stay calm. Breathe. Do what they tell you and cooperate. Fight if you have to.
What the hell are these words?
I hated this afternoon. I hated the feelings that some teenager walking with a toy gun created for our family, our friends and our community.
Luckily they were freed and everyone was safe and physically unharmed. Emotionally, I still don’t feel good, even though the situation didn’t last very long. I felt helpless and mad that my kids had to experience this fear and had to lie on the ground without knowing if they were safe or not, while I helplessly waited for their homecoming.
When they came home, I cried and hugged them and cleared my schedule. I was thankful that the local police had the situation under control immediately and the kids were freed to come home to their worried mama, who was texting and calling and searching for answers while I anxiously waited.
When they came home, we all sat on the couch and watched Gilmore Girls on Netflix. We didn’t stress about dinner or homework. Afterwards, Juliana and I went to relax and got pedicures together, on a Monday at dinner time, instead. This made me happy.
Hug your kids and loved ones and enjoy the shared moments.
nAMaste BeLoveRs. Carry on. All is well.