Like everyone else, Friday shifted things for me, once again. Children who I’ve never met have made an impact on my life that won’t soon be forgotten.
My first taste of elementary school ended because I got in a fight with a boy after he took a Valentine that I was making for my mother. That fight caused my mother to move me to another school. There may have been other reasons but that fight was enough for her to be concerned about my safety.
That fight in the second grade with another seven year old made her concerned for my safety.
It shouldn’t get any scarier than that. Never in my life did I think that any child, so young, would have to fear for their LIVES at school.
When I was in elementary school, I remember the halls, I remember the lunch room. I remember my loving, caring teachers. I still remember all of their names and faces. I remember being in my classroom and feeling safe. There were no worries. Those days are forever gone.
When I heard the news, I was home with my daughter and immediately wanted to get my son home from school. Though we’re far away from Newtown, CT, I just wanted my babies close to me. I can’t understand why anyone would savagely murder anyone, let alone little children.
There are no words to describe what those parents, teachers and that community must be feeling. I’m sure no condolences, however well-intentioned, will really comfort them at this time. I’ve heard so many people say such caring things and express their sympathy for the losses and all I could think of is at the end of the day, these people have to go home to empty homes where their loved ones should be, rooms where their babies should be sleeping. No matter how strong we are for them, that’s their reality and it hurts.
I won’t stop praying for them, I won’t stop thinking of them and I’ll keep praying that these horrific, terrorizing, savage acts won’t happen ever again.
I know it won’t be easy for any of us to send our babies to school today. I’m not sure it ever will be.