I was reading more about the recent horrific events that have happened in Syria. When I view these images of bodies, including children, piled on the floor, I immediately feel a sort-of slap in the face, almost like a wake-up call of sorts to me. How ridiculous it is that I find myself being completely immersed and self-centered about the events of our immediate family when you have people across the big pond dying an unfathomable death. It’s nauseating on so many levels. So, when I tell you that I had a good day of academics and activities with my children, I feel almost ashamed that our environment is how it is when I know that others are battling on an everyday basis an environment that I simply cannot comprehend. That doesn’t mean that I’m not grateful. Indeed, I am, but reading about the Syrian tragedy puts my world all into perspective. I want my children to somehow appreciate and acknowledge their bubble in hopes that in doing so will give them a desire to help others..
Well, now that I’m feeling a bit hollow, I must go clean a dirty kitchen and prep for tomorrow..