I used to work in a daycare. First in the infant room, then (and hat tip for the school for doing this) I followed my kids to their new toddler room. They were my babies. I loved them so much, and now (let me do the math) they’re all at least 10 years old. That blows my mind. They were my babies. I would have done anything for them.
Yesterday, a man walked into a school and murdered 27 people. 20 of them were children between the ages of 5-10. A lot will be said about this, yelling about gun control and the lack of mental health access. Lordo knows I feel passionate about both of those topics. But there’s only one thing I can think about.
I would have ripped that man apart with my bare teeth before I let him get near my kids. Ryan. Sam. Haley. Victoria. Abby. Dylan. All of them. Any of them. I would have thrown myself in front of a gun before he ever touched my kids. And then there’s this teacher. And I hope that I would have done the same thing. She’s who I strive to be.
My heart is broken.