Tag: children

Guns and (Funeral) Roses

I am tired.

I am so DAMN tired of turning on the news, tuning into Facebook, opening my homepage and seeing that yet another mass shooting has taken the lives of my fellow Americans.

10 lives gone after the shooting at Oregon’s Umpqua Community College today.  That is 10 too many.

Why is it so difficult to understand that GUN CONTROL IS A PROBLEM IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA?  Why?  I am genuinely asking.  Someone, please take the time and explain to me why we are unable to do anything to end this epidemic.  How many more people must lose their lives in these senseless tragedies?

I don’t care who the shooter was.  I won’t repeat his name.  He lost his life as well and I am sorry for that.  I know that I am supposed to hate him– he is a murderer.  Trust me, he is not on my list of favorite people- but I am still sorry that he and these 9 people lost their lives.  I am sorry when ANY life is lost.  I am sorry for the family members who must now bear the weight of this loss.

Isn’t that the point?  Shouldn’t we be upset when lives are lost?  Yes, evil people exist but if we relish in their pain and in their death, are we any better?  Should we be happy while his family now suffers with the guilt of his actions and the loss of one of their own?

I don’t want to take pleasure in the death of ANYONE, no matter their sins.

I pray that all of these souls will be cared for.  I pray for their families.  I pray for their friends.

And I pray that this country takes A STAND.

America allowed 27 people, 18 of which were CHILDREN, to die in the mass shooting at Sandy Hook Elementary School.  We stood idly by and let them die in vain.  We have done NOTHING to protect our children, our elderly, our neighbors, our friends, our family.  NOTHING.  Columbine, Aurora, Tuscon, Virginia Tech, etc, etc, etc.  The list goes on and this country continues to fight over gun control because all that our nation seems to be good at lately is bullshit arguments aimed to delay progress.

If watching over a dozen children die hasn’t made our government take a stand, what will?  If we can’t rally after losing pure innocence, what the hell is left?

I am laying in bed, trying to write a cohesive blog but my emotions are getting the best of me and I am just pissed.  Forgive my language and use of a clichéd hash-tag but…#SORRYNOTSORRY.  I am still waiting for America to get off its ass AND DO SOMETHING.

“A house divided against itself cannot stand.” – Attribute it to Lincoln or the Bible, whichever makes you feel better, but stand by it.  It is the truth.  The more we fight one another, the less we accomplish.

I am tired.  I am so tired.  I don’t want to hear about any more funerals with guns at the forefront.  I don’t want to hear that anyone else has died because someone with severe mental depravities decided to shoot up a school, or a mall, or a movie theater, or ANYTHING.

I am tired.  Aren’t you?

When the World Stops Spinning

                Did the world just come to a crashing halt?  No?  If the earth hasn’t stopped spinning, why is it that I feel so dizzy and I can’t catch my breath?  Oh, I know what it is.  It’s that moment when you realize that the person you once admired so much isn’t who you thought they were.  I think we all feel that dizziness at one time or another, though the realization may not always reflect the same person.

                My world stood still on its axis briefly when I realized that my father wasn’t the man I’d idolized my whole life.  In no way do I mean to sit here and disparage my father.  What I mean to say is that the man is human.  Somehow I hadn’t realized this until now.  He was always better than me, cooler than me, and wiser than me.  He was perfect.  As I grew older this remained my truth; until recently. 

                I will always love my father and I will forever admire his strength and perseverance but no longer do I believe he is without fault.  I have thoughts of my own and though he may be older and wiser, I cannot accept the notion that his experience somehow invalidates my own opinions.  With every harsh word, from his lips or mine, his star shines a little less bright.  With every loud and frustrating disagreement, I see that we are the same.  I am my father’s daughter, stubborn and hot-headed; strong and determined.  I am well aware that I am flawed and having seen how similar I am to my father, knowing my own faults, I can no longer award him the position of perfection he once held.

                Am I proud to be my father’s daughter?  Of course I am.  Frustrating as the man may be, he’s a parent and it is to be expected.  I’ve been told that parents have a hard time letting go of their children, and no one could have proved this better than my father.  Love is a dangerous and strong emotion, for family and lovers alike.  The same rules apply.  The tighter you keep hold of what you love, the more they pull away.  My message to couples, parents, and children alike take the time to walk in their shoes.  What must they feel like?  Am I suffocating them?  Am I giving them enough attention?  Am I listening to what they want?  Don’t lose the best thing in your life because you didn’t take the time to slip into those loafers, those sneakers, or those heels.

                Tears and tantrums come with the territory when you love someone, no matter what age you are and no matter whom your love is for.  Children, don’t lose hope when your world stops for a moment because you realize that your parents aren’t the superhero you thought they were.  Parents, don’t lose hope when your children stop seeing you as a superhero and be grateful that they can accept you for who you are.  They will still love and admire you, for the real you.  Miraculously, the world will start spinning again.