It’s been a really really sad week with the bombings and obviously, they were tragic and senseless and so sad, to say the least. I have a terrible habit of being glued to the news when events like this happen and the Manchester bombing felt like it hit harder because it’s “home”. I meant to write about Scotland and Turkey and I suddenly just feel like doing it anymore so I’ve delayed it all till next week.
Thankfully, the boys are none the wiser and they continue to bounce about in their happy little bubble. It’s been a week of school trips, lots of sunshine and countless trips to the swings for them. We’ve kept it all away from them, not that the toddler understands yet anyway. He’s having far too much fun lifting heavy things about his head and flinging them across the room to see what happens to them. I know we can’t protect them forever and the time will come for Z, probably soon, when he starts learning about bombings and killings and will inevitably hear some of it from the playground before we can tell him. He’s so happy go lucky at the moment though that it feels right to keep him protected from it.
So it is, we’ve tried to enjoy the sun as much as we can this week and keep that cocoon a bit longer.