I have no words about Paris, because nothing can be said that adds any sort of sanity or safety or understanding to yet another act of violence and terror. I can only question and contemplate what our world will be twenty years from now when my two granddaughters are adults. I have to believe that their world will be better, because if I don’t my heart breaks and moving through life seems senseless.
I mentioned attending a baby shower for a past co-worker in a recent post. I met with her and her husband yesterday. We planned to talk some about labor and choices and realities. None of us knew what was happening on the other side of the world while we were talking. I can’t help but wonder if they are questioning just what their son’s world will be like in the future after learning what had happened while we spoke of babies, and life, and parenting, and hope and joy. They are the couple that already questioned so much about becoming parents, that even when the positive sign appeared on the pregnancy test were still unsure. I wonder what they are thinking today. Do they worry more today than they already worried. Has Paris created more fear for a couple that is struggling to adjust to the loss of control that labor and birth and parenting brings. Will future attacks, because we know that there will be more, make them question their decision.
I wonder if I would question having a child if I was young again and looking to the future…the child’s future. I wanted to be a mother deeply. I could not imagine not being a mother. Would I have the courage now to bring a child into a world of such profound hurt and pain. Could I, perhaps selfishly, present a child into a society that cares so little about others lives and worth.
What would you choose, and how would you decide, with the knowledge that once more our reality has been altered by violence?