I read this article just a few minutes ago. It hit me right in the gut. It’s so similar to my exact feelings.
“Not a single morning goes by that I don’t drop my son and daughter at school and wonder for a split second — that’s all I allow myself — whether they will be murdered by a gunman that day.”
The full article can be found here:
Every single night, I pray that my kids, and all kids, and schools will be safe the following day. I will continue this. But I just don’t know what else to do.
I get so mad, and I question so much when these school shootings happen.
Do I homeschool? That keeps them safe from school shootings, but not movie theaters…
I told my husband this morning that I am starting to wonder what my little piece of political power, my one vote, holds. That is something that I need to keep looking into, and in the end it may change how I’ve voted in the past, it may not.
This post is Part 4, because I’ve written about my children’s school drills three previous times.
Our children’s reality, uncomfortably numb. (Part 1) My kids take on what a ‘cool’ lockdown drill is.
Our children’s reality, uncomfortably numb. (Part 2) My first lock down experience while my child was at school.
Part 3: Our children’s reality, uncomfortably numb. My children’s conversations in the car about the recent changes in an active shooter drill, and their nonchalant comments about the probability of being shot. All while I am about to pass out at the wheel while listening to them!
Again, as I have said often, I fully support my children’s school and they are doing their very best to keep my kids safe.
But I wonder, big picture wonder, what the hell is enough to keep them safe anymore?