I will forever remember that one incident in life that showed the child I was that the world is not as safe and wonderful as I wanted to believe it was. All children have 'that' moment, and it haunts all of us even into adult hood. What that moment was is different for all of us, but something happens that switches that mindset from carefree child to someone that knows bad things happen to good people.
It happened to my daughter. Her best friend's mother was mudered in their home. It shattered her concepts of safety, and it has put her in the position of attempting to be the support her friend needs right now. I'm proud of her, but I am worried, too. This was a horrible thing, and I know that its going to leave its mark. Not just on my child, but on her friend. Her friend even more so. Mother's day was rough, of course. We managed it, and her friend did 'pretty' good. I just wish I knew what to do or say for them. I listen, I hug, and I'm patient when they have their moments.
