My eleven year old daughters school is a ten minute walk from our house.
Eight weeks ago,
whilst walking this short walk,
through a well populated housing estate,
She met with a parents worst nightmare.
As a family we were shaken.
We tried to keep the drama to a minimum,
and to not overreact.
Initially she cried a lot.
She was very afraid.
That night as she got ready for bed,
we knew how hard sleep would be.
We kept her door open and her light on.
When she went to school the next day,
I dropped her and collected her.
In the days immediately afterwards,
she spoke regularly about what happened.
She asked questions,
and remarked on the police presence in our village.
Eventually she spoke of it less.
The only remaining reminder to us all,
was the light on at night in her bedroom,
and the lift to and from school.
Then a few weeks ago without a word,
she turned her bedroom light off.
The next morning she bounded down the stairs so very proud of herself.
She has learned a lot in the past few weeks,
some of those lessons I wish she had not had to learn.
We have had conversations you never wish to have with your child.
But one lesson I hope she has learned,
is that with love and support,
sunshine can return,
even after the darkest of days.
And that in many ways,
“Time is a great healer”