I don’t think that I have ever been so affected by a national tragedy before. My heart is broken for those sweet babies, their families, their community, and everyone involved in what happened in the quiet little town of Newton, CT. I have spent the last few days in tears and when I close my eyes, I think about how scared those children must have been, and also the bravery of their teachers that died protecting their students. Teachers are heros. They should be treated as such.
I send my children to school each morning and do not question whether or not they will come home to me. I think about those mothers and fathers and how unfair it is to lose a child. I cannot imagine the fear that the community must have to ever let their babies out of the house ever again. I know that we cannot raise our children in bubbles, even on days like this one when it seems like the only answer. And while our “friends” on social media are arguing over gun control and the state of the mental health system in America, all I can think about it what life must look like for families that just lost a kindergartner. A mother. A sister. An Aunt. A friend.
I don’t know much, but I do know that attacking each other is not how we solve the world’s problems. I don’t know about you, but I am going to do my best to love as much as I can, as hard as I can, and be grateful for what I have. I will spend this holiday season being present and holding on to what so many families have lost. I hope that you will too.
My thoughts and prayers are in Connecticut.