This is one of those weeks where I’m glad we don’t have kids yet.
It’s not because it gives us the freedom to go out for dinner late at night, or to take off to New York for the weekend, or to watch 24 late into the evening when we should be doing productive stuff.
And it’s not because groceries are cheaper for just two, or because our rent just went up and I can’t imagine ever being able to afford an apartment big enough to hold more than just us and my clothes.
And it’s not even because I actually have very little baby experience and the thought of being in charge of the health, happiness, and well-being of other human beings is terrifying.
It’s because this week, I am so glad that I don’t have to explain to my children what’s on the news. I just don’t think I could do it.
I couldn’t explain to them why someone would plant bombs to kill and injure innocent people. I couldn’t even being to explain to them that those injured bodies can’t be put back together, or that lives ended because someone wanted to do something evil. I wouldn’t be able to explain to them why there is talk of needing armed guards in schools, because someone decided to slaughter a classroom of children in one state, while someone else tried to stab students in another. I would fail to find the words to explain how someone could snip the spines of some babies and end the lives of countless others, and how a country as probing as ours could want to ignore it.
Because sometimes evil has no reason beyond itself.
How would I explain the news to them all week, and then take them to church on Sunday where they would hear of a loving and just God? How could I explain that? I guess there at least, I could just tell them the truth. He hates this evil too, I’d say. What breaks our hearts breaks His, I’d explain. It’s not meant to be like this, I’d promise.
So for this week, I’m glad we don’t have kids yet. I can only hope and pray that by the time we do, there will be fewer questions that are harder to answer.