I was talking with my mom the other day and I got angry. I said, “ you have no idea what it’s like to raise children in the world today.”
I continued by saying, “All I do is worry that my kids will be shot.”
I began to cry and my outrage turned to despair. As a parent in 2018, I have seen more mass shootings than anyone should have to. On days when I see another shooting in the news, I wonder why I brought children into this broken world.
The mental load that we have to carry as parents today is physically and emotionally exhausting.
This week, I woke up to another mass shooting.
The tears filled my eyes as I thought about the mothers and fathers who will never again hug their children.
I don’t care what side of the party line you fall on, we must agree that our country is broken.
Being a parent in 2018 is painful and heart-wrenching. Our worries and fears far surpass those of our parents, in terms of senseless gun violence.
On the days when I see another mass shooting in the news, I want to scoop up my children and run as far away as I can.
I am exhausted from exhaling why some man opened fire on a group of people who were simply trying to learn, trying to pray, trying to live their lives.
I want to quit. I want to throw in the towel and cry. I’m a Mom so that isn’t an option, but what are my options?
I’ve voiced my frustration time and time again.
I’ve instructed my children on how to run from an active shooter.
What else can I do?
As a parent in 2018, I feel helpless.
I feel lost and disconnected from a country I use to love.
I feel heartbroken for the people who have been buried, years before their time, victims of gun violence. Their souls were stolen by a senseless act of gun violence that could have been prevented.
What do we do? From one mother to another I beg you, what do we do?