I had several things I wanted to post about tonight.
How Rico almost got arrested in New York City. How I have finally caught the Houdini mouse.
Funny things. Silly things.
Those things are not important. It’s seems so trivial to talk of things so lighthearted.
The tragedy of Newtown has touched me so deeply. I know there has been many other events like this. Too many events like this.
Newtown is everyone’s town.
These were babies. Innocent children learning reading, adding and subtracting, coloring and pasting.
Babies the same age as my Ella.
I think of my 6 year old and her innocence. I think of her excitement to go to school every day. I think of her only concern is that she is not going to like what they are having for lunch or that someone will not want to play with her at recess. I think of her growing and learning so many new things each day.
I don’t want her to ever be concerned that a mad man will enter her school and kill her. Or that she will be afraid and I won’t be there to comfort and protect her but this is our new reality.
It can happen. It has happened.
As I pulled in the pick up line at school Friday afternoon, I cried because there were so many parents who would never have that privilege again. I cried because mothers and fathers will never get another hug, another smile, another birthday party, tooth fairy visit, Easter egg hunt or another Christmas.
I cried for the father of the shooter because the only thing that could be worse than your child dying would be knowing a child you brought into this world could be capable of such an evil act.
I cried for the police and first responders and the horrible images they will carry in their minds for the rest of their lives.
I cried for my own children and the fears they have over this tragedy. Fears they should never have to consider.
I cried for a loss of their innocence.
I cried for our country and what is has become. For the society we live in and the children we are raising. I cried for a loss of morals. For parents making excuses for their children when they’ve done wrong instead of letting them suffer the consequences.
I cried and I cried and I cried.
I cry still.
People will argue we need more gun control or better mental health intervention or better safety measures at school and all have valid points.
People will argue that the schools are to blame for taking God out of our education system but it’s not the schools job to teach my children about religion or faith or morals. That’s my job.
Until we, as a society, make a conscious effort to bring morality back to our children and the media stops glorifying these horrific tragedies nothing is going to change.
We have to change.