Just Tired

May 20, 2013 Off By Lisa

I am so tired of headlines that tell me that yet another flock of little children have been frightened, hurt, killed. Little ones my Zilla’s age…

Enough, already.

I used to think my Grandmother and my Mother were both more than a little cracked when things like this would worry them, keep them awake nights.

Starting to understand.

I already walk down the hall about a hundred times a night to check on her. Tonight, I might just sit there and look at her…because I just can’t stop thinking about the mothers in Oklahoma who don’t know where their babies are tonight.

Prayers are all I can offer them.

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Lisa A. Listwa is a self-employed writer with experience in education, publishing, and the martial arts. Believing there was more to life than punching someone else’s time clock and inspired by the words of Henry David Thoreau, she traded her life as a high school educator for a life as a writer and hasn’t looked back. She is mother to one glorious handful of a daughter, wife to the nicest guy on the planet, and reluctant but devoted owner of three Rotten Cats. You can find her adventures and thoughts on living life deliberately here on the blog.

14 Comments

  • Heather says:
    May 21, 2013 at 11:37 am

    Amen.

  • thekitchwitch says:
    May 21, 2013 at 1:35 pm

    I know. Those poor parents, searching for their kids…

  • Miriam Gomberg says:
    May 21, 2013 at 8:12 pm

    It makes me want to hold my children close and never let go.

    • The Meaning of Me says:
      May 21, 2013 at 10:24 pm

      Doesn’t it? Did I want to keep Zilla home today and call out sick and curl up on the couch with the curtains closed? Yup, sure did. Did I feel guilty that I had to extricate myself from her series of “just one more hug and kiss” because I was tragically late for work already? Yup. Terrible. But doing that doesn’t solve anything.

  • Patty@homemakersdaily.com says:
    May 21, 2013 at 9:20 pm

    Oh, yeah! There’s lots of worrying that can be done. My husband commented recently that he hated it that our family had grown (daughter-in-law, son-in-law, two grandkids) because it was just more people to worry about. My granddaughter is almost 4 and will go to school when she’s 6. I’m already starting to worry about that. It’s a scary world out there. I’m tired of hearing these things, too.

    • The Meaning of Me says:
      May 21, 2013 at 10:25 pm

      Hi, Patty! And welcome! I could easily become a chronic worrier, I think, but I sincerely doubt that it will accomplish anything. But man this Mom thing is H-A-R-D! Maybe I should book some worry time on my new planner pages! 🙂

  • Tinne from Tantrums and Tomatoes says:
    May 22, 2013 at 7:31 am

    Yes. And hugs, lots and lots of hugs.

  • May says:
    May 23, 2013 at 12:20 am

    I sat in front of the computer scrolling through the photos and just could not move. I was so struck by how similar the facial expressions were between the photos of the children, parents and teachers in both Moore and Sandy Hook. Terror and horror on those faces. I can not imagine not knowing if your child was all right or not.
    I drive through that area every time I make a TX run to take or pick up my daughter at college. And that is where my older daughter will begin dental school next month. It was so rattling to hear them talking about locations on the news and to know where they were speaking of yet not know the people. Still, my heart goes out and I wish them peace.

  • Steve says:
    May 23, 2013 at 1:43 pm

    Yeah, it’s so sad to hear about those children in Oklahoma. I actually missed those tornadoes there by a matter of hours. I just moved to Houston and drove right through that area. I’m so thankful to have missed it.

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