This morning, I sent my husband into a city on edge. It’s unsettling to think about, especially after the alarming news that broke last Saturday night, when I was finally unwinding with my husband after putting the kids to bed. My phone buzzed with reports of an explosion in Chelsea, Manhattan.
Having lived in the New York City area for most of our lives, we’ve seen our share of incidents—mostly gas leaks or minor explosions, nothing that felt truly menacing. I was relieved to hear there were no immediate casualties and that the injured were likely to recover quickly. But as the story unfolded, it became apparent that this was more serious than it first appeared. A bomb was detonated in Seaside Park, New Jersey, and another unexploded device was uncovered just blocks away from the Chelsea blast. This morning, news broke of further bombs found near a train station in Elizabeth, New Jersey. Authorities were initially hesitant to confirm any connections, but it’s not hard to suspect they might be related.
As of now, the main suspect has been apprehended, but the motives behind these acts remain a mystery. This morning, my husband, as he does every day, woke up early, showered, dressed, and grabbed his bag before heading out to Manhattan, where he teaches high school English. His workplace is in the Times Square area, a known target for terrorist activities.
I strive not to let fear dictate my life. I refuse to allow those who perpetrate such terror to win. But I would be lying if I said I wasn’t anxious about sending my husband off to work today. It’s a feeling I’m all too familiar with. We were newlyweds during the September 11 attacks and both found ourselves in the city that fateful day. While we emerged unscathed, the fear lingered for months, turning each goodbye into a poignant reminder of life’s fragility.
This anxiety resurfaces, especially after tragedies like the Sandy Hook shooting. I still vividly recall picking up my kindergartner the day after that horrific event, surrounded by other mothers clutching their children tightly. Now, I make it a point to tell my son I love him before he heads to school, squeezing his hand a little tighter. And every time I hear sirens on a school day, my heart races, worrying about what might have happened at his school.
What is Happening to Our World?
In this charged political climate, it seems everyone is looking for someone to blame for events like the New York/New Jersey bombings. Whether the perpetrator is a homegrown terrorist, affiliated with an international group, or simply a disturbed individual seeking notoriety, it’s evident that something is deeply wrong in our society.
Just this summer, we witnessed the deadliest mass shooting in U.S. history, and there have been 16 of the worst mass shootings in America in the last decade. The statistics for gun-related deaths in our country are appalling. We’ve seen a troubling rise in hate crimes both domestically and globally. Even in a year where we’ve made strides toward acceptance and rights for the LGBTQ community, they remain persistently targeted for violence. Disturbingly, there has also been a noticeable uptick in hate crimes against Muslim Americans.
No matter where you stand politically, it’s impossible to deny that we are grappling with unprecedented levels of hate and fear. As a mother who simply wants to protect her family, I often feel overwhelmed by helplessness in the face of it all.
Last night, I struggled to sleep, anxious about my husband’s safety as he prepared to leave for work. I almost ran to him as he opened the door to tell him to stay home. But I knew he had students counting on him—not just for lessons on Shakespeare, but for reassurance that life would continue as normal despite the chaos outside.
In moments like these, all we can hold on to is the hope that most of us will emerge from these frightening situations relatively unscathed. It hardly seems rational to live in fear, yet I can’t shake the feeling that the world feels painfully broken right now. It seems like danger lurks around every corner, and no one is truly safe.
Finding Calm Amidst the Chaos
How do we maintain our calm in times of turmoil? How do we nurture our children when faced with such realities? I don’t have all the answers. All I can offer are hugs, extra kisses, and hand squeezes as my loved ones head out the door. For now, that has to be enough.
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In summary, we live in a world filled with uncertainties and fears, but we must strive to find strength in love and connection amidst the chaos.
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