SCENES OF MOTHERS

Two scenarios come to mind this week.

1) As I sat in church and watched two children being baptized I saw their small arms curved around their mother's arm in total trust and confidence. The tender innocence that Mother would be there-she would love them no matter what-she would catch them if they fell-she would sacrifice all for her child. All this seen in the small pink curve of a tiny arm caressing its mother and knowing she would always love them, a given.

2) Mothers and Fathers, tears running down their faces as they tried to assimilate the horror dropped on their children as they attended class -Virginia Tech. By a crazy man who didn't like the "privileged". Their promise of protection shattered in the crack of a Magnum 44 because they just happened to be where they were when the madness exploded. Their dreams of the small arm curved around them gone forever.

As a Mother and a human being, I reflect the pain and unfathomable grief these parents must feel that they could not protect their precious children.

My response this week to the Lansing State Journal on the question of how I feel about the Virginia massacre (there is no other word for what happened) is:

"Virginia Tech-our hearts are heavy. Why do the depressed and disenfranchised feel they have to take someone with them when they go? Legitimate grievances or easy access to guns? Have you made your point? Your fifteen minutes of fame? Or have you made martyrs out of the people you stole. They will be remembered, regardless of their potential contributions to society. You, however, will be remembered as that crazy man who thought he was god."