But instead of going into all of the emotions and concerns I have ...
I will simply say that it struck my son and I that there was so much blood.
Blood on American sidewalks.
Not Northern Irish, Israeli, Iraqi, Afghan sidewalks...but American sidewalks.
I'm not naive and I'm not trite, but I feel like I have to do something to sort of take back our sidewalk, even if it is only here in my front yard....to say to my children that their sidewalks should be covered in rainbows, in misspelled words, in smudges of chalk and hop-scotch. That the little child who was slaughtered while watching his father run a marathon will be forever innocent ..and we'll dedicate our little chalk art sidewalk to him. That his life isn't reduced to blood on a side walk. That we can not protect our children from violence but we will not let it define their childhood and let the acts of evil men change our quality of life.
So, today, this week, this weekend I challenge you to find the time to go outside, sit with your child (ren) and draw on your sidewalk. Even at a park. Take your chalk and have at it. Because our children may live in a violent world but it's up to us to show them the simple joys and happiness that life is really all about. So spend time together as a family drawing on a sidewalk. That's what I'll be doing.