In memory of every child and teacher killed in the Newtown shooting.
I’ve been in hibernation, gestating new ideas and clarifying how I can best serve you, parents of the next generation. I have sat down to write many times, and many times have been sent the clear message… not yet.
Today, every blogger will write about meaningless tragedy. Every parent will hold their child for just a bit longer. Every candle lit (on this 7th night of Chanukah and 12th night of Advent) will hold a prayer.
How can we possibly make meaning from the loss of children? How can any words hold enough power to comfort their families?
Far beyond the political postulating, media sensation, extremist entitlement and liberal pleading, lie love, empathy, forgiveness, trust, and authentic communication.
Imagine… what if we lived in a world in which these were the primary lessons of childhood?
My favorite words of Marianne Williamson are apt today: “There is no single effort more radical in its potential for saving the world than a transformation of the way we raise our children.”
The future is in our hands. Now is the moment to create a momentous movement of parents committed to changing the world in just this way.
Here we are. Let’s get to work.