Tuesday, 18 December 2012

Happy Endings

Last night, Elliot curled up in bed between Mr. Level-Headed and I.  He was frightened and he was crying.  As I rubbed his back and assured him that he was safe, he innocently asked:

Mom, why do children have to die?  Why can't we all be allowed to grow old?

Unfortunately, I could not answer this question.  It is one that has always troubled me.  I am a firm believer in happy endings, and yet, this world does not seem to share my affinity for them, which is why I refuse to believe that This is all there is to life.  I snuggled in closer to Elliot, and with tears streaming down my face, I whispered:

I don't know, Bud.  I really don't know.

Words cannot express how heavy my heart has felt since Friday.  I am all too familiar with the pain of losing a baby whom I have never held or even seen, but how does a parent say good-bye to a child whom they have loved, nurtured, and enjoyed for six or twenty-seven years?  The depth of their pain is unfathomable to me.  I have wept and prayed for those whose lives have been touched by this tragedy all weekend.  I have held my boys a little tighter during our nightly scripture study, my lips have lingered a little longer on Baby Girl's forehead as I have kissed her goodnight, and I have sat and listened more intently to all of their tales and concerns.  

This is all I can do.  My tears can not mend the broken hearts.  My prayers can not bring those innocent lives back.  But, they can make a difference.  They can help me to better appreciate the blessings in my own life and help me to focus less on those blessings I have been denied.  They can help me to be more mindful of the sorrow of others and help me to be more "willing to mourn with those that mourn; yea, and comfort those that stand in need of comfort" (Mosiah 18:9).  If this tragedy does nothing more than to help everyone be a little more loving and a little more gentle in their words, their thoughts, and their actions, then it will not be for naught.  Then, indeed, this tragedy will have a happy ending after all.

Shenanigans Inc. would like to extend our heartfelt prayers to the community of Newtown, Connecticut.  

Blessed are they that mourn, for they shall be comforted. (Matt 5:4)

Being a lover of happy endings, I would like to share our very own happy ending:  Baby Girl is healed and has gone into remission.  Hallelujah!  Here's to a healthier, happier, and gentler 2013.

1 comment:

  1. There is a song we sing in church with a line that says "break my heart for what breaks yours...." As our hearts break for those who are mourning, I know that God's heart breaks too.....

    I'm so glad to hear your good news! I hope it will be healthy, happy new year for all! :)