I thought school was the place we send our kids without worrying whether they’d come home alive:
Sending our children every day, because that’s what good parents do.
On the first days of school, telling them not to cry, assuring them we’d pick them up later.
Biggest worries consisting of whether they would thrive in academics, choose good friends, and make the right choices.
Now, at the very end of the school year, there are kids who won’t come home at the end of the day. Because of guns.
Guns that people — especially those with mental health problems — should not own. Day 144 of 365, and this was mass shooting number 199. At an elementary school. I am just as heartbroken over this occurrence as I was over Sandy Hook in 2012.
We can all stand for and believe in many different values and opinions, but I’d hope we’d ALL stand against mass shootings of our children — and honestly, against mass shootings throughout this entire world.
This part is HARD because we stand as adults in a climate we are all unsure of. Politics aren’t making sense, no matter what side you stand on. There’s A LOT of anger.
Now there’s A LOT MORE sadness, especially for the families of the children in Uvalde, Texas.
Teachers, as you finish this school year, probably exhausted, possibly feeling defeated and ready for a couple of months without the constant raising of hands — know that we love you, we need you, we value you.
I never anticipated that I would now expect you to risk your lives for our children — nor did you want to be subjected to that expectation. But it’s there. Thank you for ensuring that our children finish the curriculum, learn etiquette, display kindness, and most of all: come home to us every day.
Parents, thank your teachers, administrators, and school department employees. They are protecting our children more than most.