Recently, in our household, we have been somewhat consumed by a terrible case my husband is prosecuting that involves abuse and the death of a child. There are not words for how terrible and upsetting this case has been felt, in particular because we have our beautiful little Muffin Man. It has opened my eyes to a lot of pain and suffering I never knew about with such specificity and within very close proximity.
It's a challenge for me to reconcile the wonderful life we have with the terrible circumstances of so many. My husband has said that I need to stop trying to understand the "why" because there is no logic to explain these things, and I believe he's right. But still, I needed something.
Then today I was speaking with a co-worker about this who used to be a pediatric ER nurse. She has seen her fair share of child abuse victims and as a result changed professions entirely. She offered me a wonderful nugget of hope that I will carry with me for the rest of my life:
Human beings by nature have a tremendous capacity to heal and forgive.
While it isn't an explanation or a fix, it gives me hope - as a mother, wife, daughter, sister, friend and fellow human. It's not the good or the bad, but the bridge between, that I will pin my hopes on.