Arkie Mama
Baby and the beasts
Dys-Located
In the family way
Mom on a wire
Mouthy kid, Moody mom
Rock the shops
She's crafty
Stepping on Cheerios
Wheels on the bus
- I awoke this morning to the thundering claps of helicopters…lots and lots of helicopters. Chopper after chopper buzzed by our bedroom window, flying practically at eye level. From our elevated vantage point– high on our neighborhood’s ridge overlooking the Arkansas River–any aircraft that flies by is usually very close in proximity and occassionally it’s sound is near deafening.
- On a normal day, we would just peer out of our windows and watch them fly by. This time, though, it was different. It sent chills up my spine knowing those were search and rescue helicopters on their way into the nearby Ouachita Mountains to look for any survivors left from yesterday morning’s flash floods that have already claimed the lives of 16 campers, including small children. I hope and pray their efforts will turn up some hope for the many families waiting to find their missing loved ones.
Arkansas Camping Tragedy
- Any strange tragedy like this one always makes me reflect and question the unexpected abrupt end of human life. I was particulary disturbed by the woman who tried to rescue some of the campers, only to be saddened that she could not save even one. She found herself cradling a two year old who drowned, and offering comfort to the distraught mother who could do nothing to save her baby.
Search and Rescue by Horse
One by one those helicopters kept roaring by…and all I could do was just watch and feel useless. I want so much to help, but know that there is absolutely nothing I could do, either logistically or otherwise that isn’t already being done by the hundreds of good men and women who are down there searching for signs of life.
- I am so saddened by what is happening in those mountains that I want to spring into action and do something about it. But I feel helpless. As a mom, I can only imagine the breaking hearts of the mothers who helplessly watched their children be swept down the rushing river. I can only imagine the screams they heard and how such sounds will echo in their minds and torment them forever.
- I want to help, but can’t. The only thing the rest of us can do is look at our own precious children, and love them unequivically and unconditionally. We can tell them we love them a million times.
- And we can hug them like there is no tomorrow.
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I’m sure in the coming days a number of organizations will be looking for assistance.