Manchester musing

I spent a lot of time yesterday reflecting on the terror attack in Manchester on Monday night.

My heart aches for the families who have lost people that they love.  There really aren’t words to express how desperately sad it is that innocent children at a concert were so viciously murdered.

I work in the music industry.  Music is such a huge part of our lives.  

I remember being a teenager and going to concerts with my friends – my mum dropping me off at the venue and picking me up right outside after.  Those memories I’ll cherish for a lifetime.  It breaks my heart that so many families were at that event to have an amazing time and someone chose to steal that from them.

I look forward to the day that my daughter gets to experience the rush and excitement of going to a gig.  The atmosphere – making new friends with likeminded people.  Singing along at the top of your lungs to your favourite song.  Dancing to the rhythm of the music like you have not a single care in the world.

Its food for your soul.

My baby girl turns 2 next week.

All I keep thinking about is how this is the world I’m raising my child in.  A world where human beings have the capacity to do these awful things to one another.

I’m the worst for wanting to overprotect my daughter.  Ash is constantly saying to me that he wants her to have the kind of childhood we had.  He wants her to climb trees and ride bikes around the neighbourhood and play out with her friends.  To see the world.  To live her life to the fullest.

I don’t think we live in a world where I’d feel she was safe to do all those things.

I hate feeling like that.

I know that I can’t protect her from everything.  I know there will be more of these terror attacks and I personally can’t shield my child from that reality.

In the two tiny little years my baby has been on this earth there have been numerous attacks across Europe including Paris, Brussels, Nice, Berlin, London and now Manchester.  We also had Brexit and Trump.

How do I explain that in the first two years of her life the world seemingly lost it’s mind?

How to I explain this madness to this beautifully innocent child?

I know she isn’t old enough to even comprehend these events yet but there will come a time when she has questions.

I’m not sure I’ll ever have the answers.

There is no explanation as to why.  Just a lot of ignorant cowards who believe destroying lives fulfills a greater purpose.

It doesn’t.

There are some cruel, deluded, nasty, evil people in this world.

There are also brave, strong, incredible and selfless people.

I know who’s team I want to be on.

I’ll be sure to teach my daughter that each and every time we face these atrocities, every time one person attempts to terrorise and insight hate there are a thousand people who run to help.  A thousand people who preach love and acceptance.  A thousand kind acts to restore our faith in humanity.

There were taxi drivers who picked up the stranded for free and delivered them to safety.  There were people offering shelter in their homes.  There were businesses offering free food & drink to those affected & the incredible emergency services.  Numerous people going to give blood the next morning to help even the smallest amount.

These are the stories we focus on.

When Isla is ready to ask about these incidents I’ll tell her the facts.  I won’t go into the details of the actual events because while I can’t shield her from everything in this world I can protect her innocence for as long as possible.  I can tell her that we focus on the people who are doing good.  The people that are kind are the ones we give our attention to.

I’m not going to lie to you and say I didn’t feel a little uneasy knowing we are at critical threat today as I head into London for work.

I got on the train because if nothing else I have to teach my daughter to be defiant.

We don’t let other peoples hate impact on our love of life.

We get on the train.

We go to the concert.

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