As news spread of yet another brutal and inexcusable murder this weekend I once again began to wonder what kind of world we’ve brought our children in to.
I’m not sure what kind of rose tinted glasses I had on when we decided we wanted to become parents. Obviously we’re aware of the dangers out there, those which threaten everyone in one way or another. We knew there were no certainties that we would be afforded a happily ever after, none of us are.
But I guess we were content in our bubble that most dangers could be avoided and wouldn’t touch our lives.
As much as the horrors which occur every day around the world make me want to wrap my children in cotton wool and protect them from everyone and everything that could possibly harm them, I know I can’t.
They catch a glimpse of the news on TV, see headlines and images on newspapers in stores or dis-guarded on the train, they over hear snippets of conversations unsuitable for young ears.
They don’t need to know just how terrifying the real world can be, so a gentle explanation that there are some “horrid people out there”, will for now have to suffice.
One day, all too soon, they will realise just how nasty one man can be to another.
I hope that day doesn’t arrive for years and years to come.
I need them to keep their innocence and belief in all things good for as long as possible.