I hate terrorists

Just a day after we celebrated our independence from England, we were cheering and celebrating with them as they were awarded the 2012 Olympic games. Now, we can weep with them as they have fallen victim to terrorist attacks.

I feel so badly for the people there. As I'm ready to play host to about a half-dozen young people from the United Kingdom, I'm sure we'll likely have one Londoner among the group.

It also makes me look over my shoulder a little more today wondering when the other shoe is going to drop in the U.S.

I just really hate terrorism. Really. I'm almost speechless, which is saying a lot actually for a person like me. Then, to top it all off, Hot Rod walks in while the news is on and I didn't realize he was lingering in the room because I was in the bathroom getting ready. I walk out and see him watching the TV. This is the same child, who at age 2, was so torn up by the 9/11 attacks that I put him in Play Therapy to help him cope with it. He was convinced that an airplane was going to hit our house. We'd be in the grocery store and he'd hear an airplane and tell me that it was about to hit the store. He would see American Airlines jets and tell me, that is the same kind of plane that flew into those buildings. HE WAS 2!!!!! So, we talked a bit about it today and I reassured him that this happened far away from us and that we would keep him safe and we would go after the bad guys and either put them in jail or kill them.

He told me: Momma, I'll get a gun and kill those bad guys if they come near me.

It broke my heart. I'm all teary right now just thinking about it because try as I may, I can't guarantee him that I can keep him safe. I'll do my best and I'll die trying if I have to, I can't make him that promise, but I did anyway. I talked to his camp counselor today and explained to her about him so they can talk to him and comfort him if he needs it.

It just makes me so mad.