LIFE ON THE INSIDE
Part X: Stop the World. I Want to Get Off
As I write this, it’s October 16, 2023, nine days since I sat glued to the news and sobbing, watching as Hamas surprised and savagely killed hundreds of young people at a dance in Israel. I don’t like to think about those videos or any of the others I’ve watched over the last almost ten days. I don’t like to think about the news reports I’ve read about babies ripped from the arms of their mothers, parents who used their bodies to protect their children from being killed, and entire families who were obliterated in a matter of seconds.
I don’t like to think about those things.
But I do think about them. A lot.
And as I’ve thought about the horrors that have transpired, I’ve considered this series of mine. This space where I bitch, moan, complain, question my worthiness as a mom. This little spot in the universe where I share my shit, my fears for my son, my frustrations. Where I talk about my desire to duct tape my kid’s mouth to stop him from talking and talking and talking. Where I announce my idea to launch a podcast just to keep from losing my mind. Where I cry about the crappy hand God’s dealt my boy.
Shame on you, Susan.
How about the hand God’s dealt to all those Israeli moms and dads and their boys, girls…
