#Myguyshii reminds me a lot of myself when I was his age, especially the way he responds to the world around him. When I was 10, my mom stopped subscribing to the Toronto Star; and banned me from watching the news. I would see the images of the Gulf War and be overwhelmed. Really overcome with emotion. The scenes were simply too much for my little mind to bear. I was acutely aware of what was taking place in the great big world. I could read after all. And although I knew that what was happening was "far away", the tears I shed were still real. My mom's way of dealing with my responses to the current events was to shut it all out.
Fast forward twenty-odd years later, I see him in my then position. Wide-eyes misty, mouth open, and asking questions. In nine years, I've had to explain Sandy Hook, South Carolina, Mike Brown, Treyvon Martin, just to name a few. I've had to explain why Black lives matter. Now with the recent Orlando massacre, why all life matters...again.
My impulse is to turn the TV off. To not read the big words in the paper with him anymore. But that would mean shutting the world out. It would mean not showing him that bad things happen. It would create a fallacy that only good is in the world.
So we are having the conversation about tradegy. He is asking questions.
"Why would he hurt people he doesn't know?"
"Did he killed them because they are gay?"
"Is God happy or sad?"
I answer candidly.
"I don't know why. He doesn't seem like he was very well."
"He killed them because he had more hate than love in him."
"God is never happy when someone dies."
He tells me he's scared and doesn't want to die. He tells me he doesn't want to hate anyone that much.
I tell him that death is a part of life. And if we love our Creator and love each other we will have a better life than the one we have on Earth. I tell him that the real tradegy in this will be if we do not learn to love everyone despite our differences. Because God says to love first. And no matter what, love is the greatest answer. Love wins. Always.