I keep seeing news stories about our children being hurt and even killed. Not by another person but by themselves. Why? Why can’t everyone see how much it hurts?
Can you image sitting around and having a birthday party for your 3-year-old. Everyone is having lots of fun and all the children are running around laughing and playing. All the parents are relaxing, even the most uptight are truly having a great time.picture provided by photobucket.com
The adults may even be enjoying adult cocktails and laughing while the kids are hitting the piñata. You have rented a bounce house so the kids are happy happy happy.
Everyone is enjoying all the great food and hubby is helping more than ever. He grilled the meat and you and your friends helped to get everything together. Everything is perfect.
Now it is time for cake and ice cream. Again, wonderful, a mess, but still worth every seconds. You are getting the best pictures you have ever taken.photo from photobucket.com
You start thinking maybe we should having little “Billy” or “Jenny” open the gifts. You try to gather all the children, but a few are wandering so you have your little one start opening all the wonderful presents. He is so happy and wants to play with each one but you try to get him to continue so they can all be opened.
All of a sudden you hear a loud “BOOM”. You have no idea what the sound is so hubby goes to see if it is someone letting off fireworks or what the sound was. You continue to help your child open presents when you notice all of the adults are yelling and acting shocked, some are on their cell phones crying, and then you see your husband.
You cannot even describe the look of terror on his face. He has blood on him. You stop and run to him, he takes you into your bedroom. There you see your niece laying on the floor covered in blood. Your husband had tried to do CPR but nothing, no heartbeat, no breath!
You make for sure that the police are on the way with an ambulance. Then you look around and try to figure out what happened to this beautiful baby. Her mother, your sister, and father are on the floor sobbing and holding her lifeless body. That’s when you see it.
Your husband’s handgun is laying next to this lifeless little body. Then your mind starts. “We always leave the gun under the pillow for protection, in case someone breaks in.” No one was supposed to be in our room. The gun was hidden like we always do. How did this happen? How was she able to find the gun? Why wasn’t someone watching her more closely?
You are afraid for what is going to happen next. This beautiful baby is laying there and now the ambulance and police are all over. You are frozen! You do not know what to do. You look at your husband and just stare there with no words.
The next thing you know your child is pulling at you and asking what happened. How do you tell this little person what happened to his cousin? They were best friends.
The ambulance takes the child’s body away and the police are asking lots of questions. They will need to talk to everyone, including children. It is now your turn to speak to the police.
Does your husband lock his gun up? Where is it normally stored? Is this his gun? As you are answering the officers’ questions, you turn around and your husband is being put in handcuffs. You say, “What is happening, where is he going?”
The officer stops you and tells you “he will be taken to the jail and held for 48 hours while we continue our investigation. They must decide what they will charge him with.” You start to cry and do not know what to do.
Now everyone is gone and it is you and your little beauty. He wants to know where Daddy is. You tell him he has to stay with the police for a couple of days so they can sort everything out. He cries and finally falls to sleep in your arms. You put him to bed and just stand and stare at him. You are so glad that it wasn’t this precious little man, but it was your beautiful little niece. Glad, sad, and terrified all at once. Why didn’t we just lock that stupid gun up? Why did we feel safer with it under our pillows? Why didn’t we hide it better? Why did this have to happen? Why? Why? Why?
The house is empty, a huge mess, blood is all over the bedroom, and you do not know where to start to try to help your husband. You cry, pray, and beg for some answers, but they just do not come. You try laying on the couch to rest but you cannot stop thinking about what was supposed to be a happy occasion. You get up and try to start cleaning, but you just end up wandering and crying even more. Your beautiful niece is gone, forever.
The next day with no sleep you need some help, but you always call your sister. You cannot call her at such a terrible time, but you have to go see her. You finally decide to call a friend to come over and help you clean and take care of your child so you can go do the things you must do. Your mind is racing; you have to go see your husband, the police, a lawyer, your sister–but who first?
Rather than go on with this nightmare I would like you to try to put yourself in her shoes. Now wouldn’t it be so much safer to lock your guns up? Tell your husband, your family, and your friends there are no reasons to take chances and ruin lives because someone wants to leave his/her gun unlocked. There are no exceptions LOCK YOUR GUNS UP!
I moved in with my husband when my children were 6 and 4. I, for whatever reason, put my hand under his pillow and guess what I found. I insisted the gun was locked up and never stored there again. I knew that I was moving out if it was not going to happen.
I know I do not care for guns, a lot of people love them. My husband has a lot of various guns all locked in a safe with 2 combinations before it can be opened. He only cleans his guns when no one else is home, then locks them up again. He has taught my children to never play with guns, point a gun at anyone, and to respect guns, they are not a toy.
1.4MM homes have guns in them that are stored in a way to be accessible by children. This is just not acceptable, we are better than that!
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Every time I read about a child being hurt or losing their life because someone was too lazy to lock their guns up, I hope they are charged. I know I will hear from all kinds of haters but this is so important that we need this to be the norm instead of the norm being reading these horrible stories.
If you do nothing else please, Lock Them Up For The Kids’ Sake!!!
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