My house is adorned with its Christmas attire and it is warm and cozy feeling but throughout the world there is violence and tragedy that plaque the peacefulness of the season. Crawford apparently has been listening to David and I talk about the news and even has been paying attention to the network news.
The event in San Bernardino seeped into my child’s brain and it has been stewing there for several days. A couple of days after the horrible event took place, we were on our way home and Crawford said, “Mama why do some people want to hurt people.” My mind went blank for a second and after I swallowed the lump in my throat, I answered him. I tried to explain that all over the world there are people who are mean and evil and sometimes they get carried away and hurt good people. I assured him that he was safe at home and school.
He would be protected at both places. He seemed satisfied with this answer and I was proud of myself for explaining it in a way that didn’t scare him, but did give him an answer to his question. So since then we have been decorating the house and going to Christmas events. It seems that Crawford always has some kind of holiday party going on. But the other night when everything had calmed down we decided we would watch “The Polar Express” and drink hot chocolate.
The stipulation was he had to take a shower first, so he hurried to the bathroom and took a quick shower. As I was trying to get the movie and the hot chocolate ready, he came to me. His little face was pale, his eyes glassy and his bottom lip was quivering. I turned around and panicked and quickly asked my sweet baby what was wrong. His response made shivers run down my spine. He said in a small, shakey voice, “Mama, are the bad people going to kill Santa?” Shocked, I replied, “No, baby! Why do you think somebody is going to kill Santa?” After a big sigh he proceeded to explain to me that I told him that bad people all over the world sometimes hurt good people. “Santa is good, Mama,” he went on to say and “the bad people might get him.” So in that moment, I had to be quick on my feet. So I told him that Santa had elves to protect him, he was magic and nobody knows exactly where his home is located.All these things would keep him safe.
He said, “O.K.” but his eyes still had wheels turning in them and there still was a puzzled look on his face. It wouldn’t surprise me if this subject doesn’t come back up before Christmas Eve. These horrid people will hurt and kill to make some point that only they understand completely. Now they have entered my child’s mind and disturbed his imagination. I will not let this snuff out my child’s childhood; ruining his fun at Christmastime will not happen. As parents — really as people — we don’t want bad things to happen to our children and my heart goes out to those who have lost kids. That kind of pain would be unbearable. Today’s society and events are making a generation of children who are hearing about all the destruction in the world rather than playing games with their friends on the playground.
I wonder will they grow up scared or to be combative. Either choice is not a good one. This is where a deep seeded plan comes into play. Making us all scared to do or go anywhere will not change the way I live due to scare tactics of crazy extremist people and I don’t won’t Crawford to either. So if I have to keep thinking quickly on my feet to give him a fun and peaceful life, then that is what I will do. ISIS will be out there but we will carry on with our holiday plans.
We will rise above the hate and go to church to celebrate the Light of the world being born. We will go to bed and dream of candy, cookies and toys. We will be happy even if it is for one day and oh yeah, stay safe Santa!!