In This Time of Tragedy, I See Hope


You will never know what happened just a day ago in Boston.  You will hear about it every year the Boston Marathon ran through the streets.   I will do my best to not dwell on what happened.  Something tells me that you were aware something was happening, I spent more time with you, I was more patient, and I held you just that much tighter.  It is sad that it took something like this happening for me to take a moment to pause to spend time with you.

There was something that legendary anchorman Tom Brokaw (I had to do everything to keep from saying Ron Burgandy, who you will learn more about later in life) said last night during the late news that struck me (I’m sorry I can not remember exactly what he said), but it was something along the lines of his grandchildren and their children will not know the age of innocence and being able to play outside, or go to a sporting event, or going anywhere without fear.

Son, there was a time, when I was a child, when I could just tell your grandmother and grandpa that I was going down the street to play with some friends or at the tree-house just down the street.  They were never worried about sexual predators or worried about what was going to happen at school.  They were not afraid to let me out of their sights, maybe they were and I just did not see it.  Times have changed though.

You might be 15 and I maybe still saying that I need to be outside watching you as you shoot basketball hoops, or dropping you off at school, telling you each time you open the car door saying that I love you in front of your classmates.  You will get annoyed at it, I did when your Grandmother did it to me, in fact, I still do.  You will get annoyed at the need for me to always know who you are with and whose parents will be there watching you.   Son, this is for your own good, and it is because of the people who caused the Boston Marathon Bombings, Sandy Hook and Columbine, 9/11, and Oklahoma City that bring these questions and this watchful eye.  It is only out of love.

While I am talking a lot about fear, I see hope.  I see hope that humanity will change, that times will change once again.  I see a time where we do not have to be so fearful.  A time when all the good people on this earth have thrown out all the bad people.   Not to get all hippie on you, but that is what I see.  There is hope son,  I can see that hope in your mother’s eyes, I can feel it in my heart, and most importantly, I can see that hope in your eyes.  So here is to hoping my son, I love you!

hope in his eyes




  1. Crazy Dad Life (@CrazyDadLife) April 16, 2013 at 2:32 PM

    nicely done! years from now he can look back on this and peer into how you were feeling when he was just a little kid. great stuff and really what blogging now maintains for your future legacy. I posted similar comments today on my blog related to the craziness of the times we live in and how being a dad with daughters really makes you stay extra alert. good luck and stay strong!

    1. therookiedad April 16, 2013 at 2:40 PM

      It is interesting what my current personal blog has become, more stories to my son about exactly what you said, how I was feeling at certain times in my life. It is easier for me to write them down then speak them in person. Thank you so much!

  2. The Rookie Dad's Mom April 16, 2013 at 8:35 PM

    I love you……Your Mom…..the Kid’s Grandmother

  3. TX_Lisa (@TX_Lisa) April 17, 2013 at 9:05 AM

    Where I live we still feel safe letting the kids play outside without watching them….there are so many of them all over the street, they all play together every day. There are parents nearby (in houses) if someone gets hurt, needs water, everyone takes care of everyone. What bothers me the most about a tragedy such as this one is that no amount of watching will ever be sufficient – we can’t feel safe in public places anymore. They’ve stolen that from us. I hope they figure out who did it fast.

  4. kathyatkissingthefrog April 18, 2013 at 1:12 PM

    Could your son be any cuter!? It’s so sad when you stop to think about what “they” have stolen from us (whomever the imaginary they are). As parents, we’ve lost the ability to let our kids be kids without constant supervision and nagging. And our kids have lost their innocence before they even realize that they had any. This is a beautiful letter. I followed you back from Twitter, and I’ll be coming back to read more.


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