Boston Marathon Tragedy: A chain of events from a mom’s perspective

At 2:50 p.m. today, I was making a pot of coffee before heading out the door to shuttle my 12-year-old son to his Bar Mitzvah lesson. Little did I know that at the same time, two bombs were detonating at the finish line of the Boston Marathon.

By 3:15 p.m., I was parked outside the school sending an email and chatting to another mom.

At 3:30 p.m., my son jumped in the car, started eating a snack, complaining about homework, and taking a look at his phone (which I brought for him to have after his lesson while he waited for me to swing back).

My 12-year-old son was the first to inform me of the tragedy at the Boston Marathon stating he got an auto update from Sportscenter.

I did not believe him. There is no way that could happen at the Boston marathon. No way.

Within minutes, my phone was receiving text after text about the incident. I am a runner. I knew people running this event. I sometimes dream about that event as I know many others do. How could something so dirty, disgusting, and brazen happen at an energizing, health promoting event highlighting a historical filled city?

I flicked on CNN on the XM radio and continued my afternoon of picking up and dropping off….while I sat in the parking lot, waiting for lacrosse to dismiss, and my younger son to get in the car, I had a cold sweat.

How could this have been prevented? Who did this? What will future, outdoor running events look like? Most important – I had to hurry and make a choice: to tell my almost 10-year-old or not? What to say?

My oldest was the one who told me! That is the stage we are in – my son keeps up with current events (albeit most are sports related), but he is truly becoming a real person.

An adult as his upcoming Bar Mitzvah suggests.

We have visited the 9/11 memorial. I have done my best to describe the September 11th tragedy in an age appropriate way. Now, I had to decide fast and furiously about the Boston Marathon tragedy.

I couldn’t turn off CNN, so I went for it. I took my chances and explained with tender care that 2 innocent people (one we later learned was an 8-year-old) and an unidentified number of people injured when 2 bombs detonated on the finish line of the Boston Marathon.

My younger son’s first question: Are you still going to run, mom?

I thought to myself – How many kids see their parents run, walk, cycle, train for an event that is meant to be healthy? A positive habit?  Who thinks all that training culminating in the day of the event will result in death due to a bombing?

How many kids had parents running the Boston Marathon, who are now scared, anxious, waiting for some news? My sons’ friend’s dad finished the race ahead of the blast and was ok, but what about the kids we don’t know?

How does something healthy become so violent?

Help me to understand this? Explain this?

As reports continued to come in, I learned people were having ball bearings removed from their bodies? BALL BEARINGS? It is a marathon, people are supposed to have shin splints and sore feet. Not bodies filled with shrapnel.

What I cannot believe most is that my son is 12 years old and he is old enough to study this, remember this and know he was the first to alert me to this tragedy.

I set this to post at 9:30 p.m., I now know 3 innocent victims lost their lives today, around 130 and growing numbers of people were injured, some losing limbs, and I tucked my younger son into bed without knowing who, what, and why?

 

 


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