Thoughts on Boston

I've been praying since I heard the news. I seek after anything virtuous, lovely, or of good report or praiseworthy. A race dedicated to the children of Newtown, a race that challenges your mind, body, and spirit---that is lovely and praiseworthy. I hate that anyone would use this for their own gain. I hate that I can't help but second guess going to large public places...especially with J. I especially hate that a child was killed in all of this. Since becoming a mom, there's a new kind of ache in my heart when bad things happen to children.

Someone posted this on Facebook today and it helped. The helpers are the people I try to think of in times like these. The helpers are the people I try to be and try to teach J to be.