peace on earth
Since Monday I have been both transfixed and mortified by the events in Sydney. As much as I wanted to sit and watch it unfold I opted instead to switch off and tune out. To wake to the news of death and selfless sacrifice yesterday was devastating. And then to scroll through facebook and realise I know the mother and the sister of the man that was killed? The saddest of hearts.
We don’t have a tv in our home and whenever we were in the car I turned the radio down come news time. I didn’t feel the need to inform the children of what was happening – they don’t need to be privy to such terror and grief at this age. So I metaphorically wrapped them in cotton wool and took them to the beach and I sat and watched them play. And I thought about freedom and joy and innocence and I basked in the opportunity to observe it.
It’s difficult to embrace festivity and frivolity at the moment; it’s hard to comprehend the potent act of evil that has consumed our lives for the past few days. But on the flipside there is an enormous sense of perspective and, subsequently, gratitude. I’m stepping into this week before Christmas knowing that I couldn’t ask for anything more. I’ve got it all: love, health, family – life.
I’ve had the pleasure of discussing motherhood with Tori’s mum many times so when I read her statement to the media yesterday I knew it came from a broken yet genuinely beautiful heart. She ended with a sentiment shared by so many of us at this time of year: