As more details emerge from the London attacks, my heart sinks lower and lower. The families of the victims are at the forefront of my mind. I’m in a state of mourning, not only for the lives that have been lost but for the world that was. Once again, it has been changed forever.
As I watch the news I find myself becoming anxious and upset, fearful of the what has become of our beautiful world. Why should we have to walk down the street and worry about terrorism? Why should I think twice about taking my girls to their capital city, to show them this amazing place full of excitement and history?
As new headlines emerge I am grateful that I don’t have to explain the situation to my girls. I’m glad that they’re too young to understand and to worry about the bad things that happen in the world. I’m only too aware though that they are growing up fast, that they won’t always be too young to understand. One day they will see the news and have questions, they will want to know why one human being would do this to another. What do I say then? How can I possibly begin to explain it?
When attacks like this happen I spend my time worrying about the future of my children, of all our children. What kind of world are they growing up in? I’m again consoled by their ages, whilst they are young and under my roof I can keep them safe. But they won’t be young forever.
Everyone who was involved in the attacks have shown us that there is good in the world. The emergency services, the passers by who stopped to help and those who sadly lost their lives in a bid to save others. All of these people have shown that for every ounce of bad in the world, there is so much more good.
So when the time comes that my girls will need their questions answered. I will tell them that there are bad people in the world, but for every bad person there are so many good. For every bad deed there are so many more amazing things happening all around them.
For now though I’m glad I don’t have to explain it and I’m glad my children go to bed at night without worrying.