After hearing about the awful incident in Manchester late last night, I tearfully headed up to bed with a heavy heart and an overwhelming desire to hug my children like they’ve never been hugged before.
I constantly whinge about my insomniac offspring, but, on this occasion, as I watched their tiny little bodies sleep peacefully in their beds I was desperate for them wake up so I could tell them how much mummy loved them.
My wish was granted all too soon as I accidentally trod on the myriad of squeaky floor boards in my youngest’s bedroom. That was that, the meerkat was awake and screaming the house down. Secretly a little delighted, I scooped up that little ball of rage and plonked her in bed between my husband I for the ultimate, snotty, tear-ridden snuggle-fest.
And, as she cried uncontrollably because her stupid elephant-footed mother had woken her up – I cried with her. I cried for all the parents out there who had lost their babies, and who would now never have the chance to say ‘I love you’ that one last time. I cried for lives lost, potential unfulfilled and for the sheer senseless, madness of it all. How dare this person steal the lives of so many, and so upsettingly, the most beautiful and innocent of all – children.
But I also cried for the future of all of our kids, and the terrifying world they’re going to be growing up in. As a child of the 80’s – I grew up in a time where the biggest threat to children’s safety was ‘stranger danger’ or not looking both ways when crossing the road (stop, look and listen guys).
I’m currently fighting the urge to lock my children in the house permanently so they can never be harmed, see evil or experience pain – but I know, deep down, this is not going to be a viable long-term option (mainly because social services would seriously frown upon it). All too soon my little people are not going to be so little, and they’ll be wanting to go out on their own to visit large shopping centres, sporting grounds and concert arenas – and it scares the life out of me.
My heart goes out to the victims, families, and all those caught up in last night’s atrocities in Manchester. We are a great nation, thankfully filled with mostly kind-hearted and wonderful individuals – the courage of all of those who helped yesterday and will continue to do so through the coming weeks, months and years prove that.
It’s not about race or religion – it’s about monsters and murderers. Don’t let them win.
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