Yesterday, we were leaving piano lessons and I hear this conversation between the boys...
Remi: There are some schools up North where the kids keep rocks in their desks in case bad guys come.
Roen: The rocks might break a window, though!
Remi: Well, what would you rather happen? Be stolen or killed... or break something?
The reality and innocence of this conversation broke my heart. On one hand, my very observant 8 year old, is way to aware of the things that are happening around him for my comfort. On the other hand, my very sweet 7 year old doesn't understand the reality of 'bad guys' in schools and is more concerned about breaking a classroom window.
I hate that Remi is at an age where he understands fully what is happening in schools. I hate that he runs these scenarios in head, knowing that this is really happening in schools all over the country. And although I love that my little Roen has a mind full of all good things where there is no room for bad guys outside of movies... I hate that this reality makes me have to explain to him, that yes, a broken window would be a best case scenario.
Our little people have some pretty heavy burdens taking up space in their little heads- burdens that I don't always know how to comfort...
so on this summer day, I am simply happy that they are at home with me, safe from the bad guys, where our days are full of racing scooters, swimsuits and popsicles.