“At least three people are dead and at least 144 are injured. An 8-year-old boy is among the dead.” CNN
Lily and I have decided to run a 5K. She came home from school today and it was a gorgeous 60 degrees in New York and I have been meaning to go running anyway to shed some of this baby weight and figured.. let me ask her if she wants to go for a run.
she said yes and off we went.
Of course this was no simple run. before we left the house, Lily whipped up a map… which was given to her by a pirate… who told us to go find the treasure.
Lily is amazing… he sense of wonder and imagination knows no boundaries …. ever.
SO we followed the pirate map directions around the block and into the park nearby. She ran beside me telling me stories of the pirate and the red fairy. she told me about how she thinks she might need an adventurer in the jungle – she’s a jungle girl remember – and maybe , just maybe, if i didn’t have as many rules I could be her partner. ( This is HUGE because lately I’m the last person she wants to hang with)
We ran at a steady pace for a solid 15 minutes. I was following her lead because truthfully my body needed a SLOOOOOW pace today.
Toward the end of our loop around the park, we stopped to talk to the geese. She walked along the lake looking at tadpoles she had dropped in there from our neighbors yard last week. She wondered if the tadpoles has grown into big bull frogs yet. wondered if the geese ate them. She smiled as a group of high school runners looked at the two of us running side by side and said, ” oh how cute – i want to run with my mom”. She looked at me … proud and satisfied.
We had the best 30 minutes today in the sunshine running among the blossoming trees. We chatted and told stories and just ran side by side and decided we are going to run a 5K for sure because running together with a pirate map is really fun.
and then we came home and Matt said… did you hear about what happened in Boston.
We didn’t let Lily watch the news, she doesn’t even know anything happened. She went to the study to do her homework while I watched the news in disbelief.
The reports said an 8 year old child died in the bombing.
Lily is 8. I cannot imagine. I just cannot even begin to wrap my mind around what this must feel like. I cannot understand at all how this happened. Why this happened. And I cannot help but think every second about what that family must be going through right now. Did the 8YO have any siblings? The confusion, the utter loss.
I bet he liked looking for frogs in the lake and letting pirates lead him on adventures.
No more pirate stories, no more adventures. My heart just can’t grasp this.
The recent Sandy Hook Elementary shootings were scary and too close to home – for many reasons. But I found a way to block that emotion and block it all out and feel sorrow for the families who lost their innocent children but never relating it to me or thinking… it could have been me.
Maybe my emotions are exhausted and have finally given in.
The news of the 8 year old who died in the Boston bombing has hit home. It could be us. any of us.
I put Lily to bed this evening, made her favorite dinner without onions, the bubbliest bubble bath ever and hugged her so much. She didn’t like the song I sang her for bedtime and asked me to stop… which made me realize even more how precious our run was today. Our run where we shared stories and chatted like friends and had a pirate map dictate our path. Our run where everything I did was right. Our run where the road ahead was filled with adventure and mystery and magic.
A path with no ending… where we could keep running.
Hold them close everyone. These moments of storytelling and adventure are fleeting.