This weekend, our 2nd oldest son turned eleven. I can’t believe eleven years ago, he made my son a big brother. It seems like yesterday. As part of the birthday festivities, I wanted to take my two older guys to the movies. I knew the movie we wanted to see would be a popular one. I purchased the tickets the day before in anticipation of our day out.
We scurried to the theater. Barely making the ten minute mark before show time, we pull into the parking lot, only to discover that the theater was closed.
It was closed because of an incident the night before.
A woman pulled up to retrieve her car and told me all of the details. Of course my mind went in all kinds of directions.
Meanwhile, my sons were curious about the scene and the boarded up windows. They were fascinated with the steel door frames pierced with bullet holes.
And my mind went there again.
How do we protect our kids? Is there any safe place? Is it easier to just stay holed up in our homes and don’t move.
Then I started to chat with some other mothers on the parking lot, as we told other patrons walking up that the theater was closed. I even met one of my son’s classmates and his mother.
Fear still crept into my mind, but I chose to overcome it. And live.
This post was inspired by the novel If I Fall, If I Die by Michael Christie, about a boy who’s never been outside, thanks to his mother’s agoraphobia, but ventures outside in order to solve a mystery. Join From Left to Write on January 22nd as we discuss If I Fall, If I Die. As a member, I received a copy of the book for review purposes.