It’s a place I’ve only seen in pictures or film. Admittedly, my fantasy of Paris is probably better than the reality. Matt has been several times and reminds me it’s not what it’s like in the movies. He still promised to take me when we visit his family one day.
Last night I was cooking dinner when the news broke about the heartless attacks in France. As with all terroristic acts that unfortunately have become the norm for our society, I was glued to the tv. I could hear Quinn chatter in the other room and when she came running in I quickly changed the channel.
I want so badly for her to believe the world is full of rainbows and kittens just a little while longer.
I waited until she went to bed last night to watch coverage again, and here I sit before she wakes up sipping my mug of tea and watching america’s reaction to this awful situation.
But last night before she went to be she picked the book she picks 9 times out of 10.
“In an old house in Paris all covered with vines, lived 12 little girls in 2 straight lines…”
This is her view of Paris at the moment. It’s all she knows.
This morning little girls and boys woke up in France that have an idealistic view of America. They don’t know what we know, that we are under attack.
Please- if you pray to God or just pray to the universe- just pray. Think about the children. Think about each and every victim and, as their names are released, speak them out loud.
Mostly, just pray. Because the world is a scary place to live and an extra scary place to have kids in.