The start of a new year is supposed to bring fresh beginnings, but for the American people, 2025 has arrived with tragedy. My heart goes out to everyone affected by the recent incidents in the States. No words can truly capture the weight of loss and pain, but please know that across the ocean, we’re thinking of you, mourning with you, and hoping for healing in the days to come.
It’s never easy to see such events unfold, and it’s a sobering reminder of how fragile life can be. We all enter a new year hoping for peace, joy, and progress, but reality doesn’t always match our hopes. Still, even in the darkest times, there’s strength in community, resilience, and the human capacity to care for one another.
Here at home, life feels small and quiet in comparison. We’ve been dealing with our own dose of chaos—mostly weather-related. January’s unpredictable storms have made every trip outside an adventure. Rain turns to sleet, sleet to snow, and back again, as if the skies themselves can’t decide what kind of mood they’re in.
Amidst all this, my son is preparing to return home from the States. I’ve been counting the days, of course. Every parent knows that nagging worry when their child is far away, especially when the world feels unsettled. But I also know he’s safe, and I’m holding onto that. Soon enough, I’ll hear his stories about his time there—hopefully filled with more laughter than drama.
To everyone in the States, know that the world is holding you in its thoughts. It’s not an easy beginning to the year, but there is hope in the small, everyday acts of kindness and the way communities rally together in times of need.
And to my son: Hurry home. We’ve got hot chocolate waiting, and I’m already bracing myself for the jet lag-fueled chaos you’ll bring.
Stay safe, stay hopeful,
A Mom Watching the Weather and the News
