Tragedy

I wasn’t going to do this.  I wasn’t going to write a post about the tragedy in Connecticut.  I don’t want to think about it.  I want to crawl into a bubble with my girls and not reflect on or imagine those events. I am a mother.  I am a teacher.  This happened at an elementary school, in a small town, very much like the school where I work.  This tragedy strikes way too close to home.

I am not watching the news stations.  I am scrolling past the facebook posts.  I excuse myself from conversations about the shooting.  Is this disrespectful to those families affected?  I don’t think so.  Immersing myself in the news footage of their tragedy doesn’t help them in anyway.  Discussing with others what happened, or being angry over how senseless this violence was, doesn’t help anyone.

I do not want Kyndall, or any other children, to be scared to go to school.  This is a burden way too big for them to carry.  As parents, we worry daily about their safety, knowing it is completely out of our hands.  I have to trust God to cover my children with his protection.  The only thing I CAN do is pray.  So I’ll hug my girls a little tighter and a little longer and I’ll pray.  And I invite you to do the same.