Day Fifty-Three: Fireworks

This is part of a creative project called 100 Word, 100 Days. In this project I’ll be writing a 100 word piece about my experience as a new mother every day for 100 days. Read more here.

One day, when I tell my daughter the story of her birth, it will include that after she was placed on my chest I looked out the window and saw fireworks exploding over the city.

There were few fireworks today. Instead there was another mass shooting, this one close to my sister’s house. It’s hard not to become numb to this repeated tragedy, because it means acknowledging there is no where children are safe.

Tonight we stand out on the driveway to watch the night sky. I don’t think I’m the only one praying for strength to feel my rage.