I continue to attempt to find the words to ease the pain, or make sense out of this boy’s senseless death. There are none. Perhaps it is that this pain SHOULD be felt. This boy was no different than I am. Than I was, than I have been, or that I see my children being. I hung out with my friends. I played my music too loud. I made pit stops at the gas station for snacks. I was a good kid. I got good grades. I was prepped to go to college. I would not have backed down to a bully, sometimes even regardless of their apparent superior age or rage issues. This is who Jordan was. A good kid, having fun with his friends, who refused to be bullied, and had his life taken from him as a result.
The scary part is that I can easily, despite my worst fears and best mothering, see my own child in this same situation – and that truly frightens me. My child is extremely smart, very … Continue reading