When they came home, I laid upon the soft spots at the bridges of their noses a kiss, which was more like a gulp for air. I desperately needed to drink in the kind of oxygen that only a mother’s children can bring to her when she learns another child has been hurt. I could barely breathe until they were in my arms again.

My heart breaks for the little children in the Connecticut shooting today. I hope that there really is a Great Beyond, and that in that place, all parents will one day hold their precious babies again.

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4 Responses to 12/14/2012

  1. Mary Fiore says:

    You have said what I had in my heart but couldn’t find the words. Thank you, my daughter.

  2. Ellie LaChapelle says:

    Beautiful. Thank you, Jenny.

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