My youngest daughter is 9 years old and has a running club at her grade school. Essentially parents volunteer to log laps. Each kid has a number and they yell it out after each lap to the parents keeping track. Six laps on the asphalt oval around the playground is a mile. They only log laps at the 15 minute lunch recess, starting in the fall. As defined at the beginning of the year, anyone logging more than 26.2 miles would be recognized at the Grand Blue Mile (tomorrow) and get to run with others that accomplished the goal. My daughter was one of 2 kids in the 3rd grade to do it. She has been extremely proud and excited for weeks. So she goes to bed tonight and yells down - stomach ache. My wife gets her calm. She arrived in the living room 15 minutes ago weeping. She admits that she's actually scared someone will bomb the race tomorrow.
I didn't expose my kids to the media blitz, but I talked to my them after last Monday about what happened. Where I failed my daughter was in my own response to the bombings - tragic, wrong, but the world we live in. I didn't so much say the last phrase but I'm sure that's how a 9 year old perceived it. There are far too many children in the world whose innocence is lost, our country pales by comparison. But I had a rude awakening tonight.
I didn't expose my kids to the media blitz, but I talked to my them after last Monday about what happened. Where I failed my daughter was in my own response to the bombings - tragic, wrong, but the world we live in. I didn't so much say the last phrase but I'm sure that's how a 9 year old perceived it. There are far too many children in the world whose innocence is lost, our country pales by comparison. But I had a rude awakening tonight.