I am missing my peanut today. I can't help the overwhelming fear I have that she still needs to travel through not just one, but two major airports in Europe, airports that easily could be the next target of hate. I'm sad and I'm angry for what the families of the killed and wounded are going through. I'm angry the terrorists have made their own homelands living places of hell forcing good people from their homes, making them objects of fear and suspicion, breading more anger and hate.
I feel like if I hear any politician try and use this latest attack to promote their own hate filled agenda, I might go insane at the sound of their voice. I feel helpless, and confused reading mundane social media posts about recipes, and fashion, and evening plans. How can people carry on like normal? My baby is out in that big dangerous world, inplaces that can be considered soft targets.
I know I am being self centered and thinking of my own family and how the attack in Brussels impacts me and my peace of mind. I know my rant is irrational and more than likely, my daughter is safer now than she was a week ago because of even heightened alert. I know life needs to go on and mundane things like housework, and potlucks, and walks in the park need to happen. I know people need to still travel, and build a connected world where foreigners are not strangers, they are friends. These things must happen. Life must remain normal.