So now there’s a little boy in a bunker somewhere in Alabama?
I’m having a REALLY hard time believing my son in safe anywhere these days.
Random elementary school shootings, school bus intruders and kidnappers…everything I can think of and more. I’m driving myself crazy!
Previously, I’d hung on to a little hope that Lincoln was safe at preschool and with me at home. Now, I don’t really believe this much at all. In my opinion, nowhere is safe now. That makes me so sad.
Am I nuts? (Don’t answer that.)
No longer do I feel like the “that won’t happen to him” talk I give myself when I read of a horrible incident is enough to calm my nerves. I just don’t know how to settle my fears so that I don’t become the woman who locks her family up in their house. (Well, I won’t do that since I don’t feel safe in my house any way! ARG!)
How do you cope and deal with the possibility that something horrific could happen? Do you think about it? A lot?
I’m not obsessing. I can’t possibly. I’d be in tears the entire day and up all night. I think our minds know what could happen, but they just numb it down for us so we don't freak out! But, sometimes my mind wanders to crazy places. Scary places. I hate my mind. I hate this world sometimes. (I hate that I just said that.)
Erin Hill is a first-time mom to Lincoln, who was born in January 2010. She's learning as she goes and is experiencing everything a new mom goes through while seeing the humor, irony, and enjoyment in her adventures.
Erin is a full-time technical writer, a freelancer for Patch, and co-creator and blogger at SlimSavers.com. She lives in Plum with Lincoln, her husband, Adam, their dog, Roxie, and five (yes, five) cats, Nirvana, Gary Roberts, Elvis, Talbot and Forrest. (Anyone want a cat?)