Few words

I woke up this morning and forgot for a moment. Went and got the baby from his crib, laid him on the change table to follow the groggy morning routine that we do every day. And then it came back and I remembered. The horrible day that was yesterday. Such a senseless act that conveys huge feelings, but little words that mean anything. All I can say is my heart hurts for the families affected by this tragedy. I can’t even imagine.

I had something written about guns and regulation and the United States. But realized I really don’t want to get into it all. As a Canadian, sharing so many similarities with our southern neighbours…it’s hard to wrap my head around the gun thing. I think I’ll leave it at that.

But what can we do? It all feels so insignificant. Trying to figure out the hows and whys. I read this comment last night, written by a reader on Kelle Hampton’s blog.  Kelle re-posted on her Facebook page, and I hope it’s okay that I copy it here as well. Maheen wrote…

May you hold your precious family close tonight. I had plans to edit photos into the wee hours, but with the tragedy that I cannot even speak about weighing heavily on my heart I just cannot stop being with Levi and Zara. We are off to camp in front of the TV on the pull out, all 4 of us, in Santa Hats. I feel so lucky, yet guilty. So many innocent families will never lay eyes or hands upon their little ones again, this holiday for them I cannot even imagine. But, as a mom I just “go there” and feel such incredible heartache. As hard as it is, may you also let the tragedy soak into your mind and heart long enough to feel the need to do more, more than send thoughts or prayers, but to do something. I have been moved, and want to do one small thing to prevent one more incident like this from happening in our country again. If you feel the same, I have A Challenge. We all can help. In addition to the obvious: making guns a privilege rather than a right and harder than hell to acquire, we can help people like this shooter. Many want to hate this man. But, what if he was helped? Many shooters, like the theater shooter earlier this year, do not even have friends to interview. That should not come as a shock. Our church had a talk a few weeks ago about baby Jesus and the Inn. How the Inn was “full”, and how the Inn is now famous, not for what happened there, but for what could have happened if only they had made room. The church challenged us to make room in our lives. To not fill up with other things, but leave room for potential good to transpire. We all know people in our lives who are disconnected, socially or emotionally. I have no idea what this shooter’s personality disorder was or what he was like, but I am around children every day and some children (and adults for that matter) have a harder time just connecting. And it can be hell for them. They disconnect from humanity, and do inhumane things. There is a boy in Levi’s class, he is “naughty”. He hits. He is angry and acts out a lot. He is the topic of many of our dinner conversations. I have had play dates with other families from the class, the other moms know who he is through stories their children tell. Do you think ANY of us have EVER asked to have a play date with this child? Or reached out to be a friend to his parents? Of course not. NEVER. I would never think to before today. BUT. This holiday break, we are going to invite them over. We are going to reach out to a little boy and his (likely) very overwhelmed and stressed out parents and see if we can make him (and them) feel normal. Included. Liked. It is incredibly surprising how the smallest gestures can have the biggest and most lasting impact. I hope you can find room in your hearts to include someone you hadn’t thought of before into your lives, over the holiday and into the New Year.

A different perspective. I may not prescribe to a certain religion, but it gave me something to think about. We can all probably do something small like this…and all those little somethings might add up. Maybe we can be the change we want to see.


Here is my belated Friday phone dump. Starring my little ones who I’m holding a little longer, squeezing a little tighter, and kissing a little more often.


About Tammy

I am a single mother to 2 wonderful children, ages 1 and 5. My youngest was surprisingly born with a rare genetic condition, achondroplasia, which is a type of dwarfism. This blog is a glimpse into my crazy life as I wade through figuring out dwarfism and divorce while enjoying every second of my deficient domestic bliss.
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