My Kids

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.

My babies.

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.


My Kids — 4 Comments

  1. One of the things my mind fixed on yesterday was all those teachers that I knew were protecting the children with all their might. I thought about the teachers at my children’s daycare and I wondered if they would protect my kids if something like this happened. And they would. I know they would, down to a person, do exactly what this teacher did. And you would have, too.

    There is no good in this. But there are many, many good deeds.

  2. I cried, I still cry. I watched my elementary school Christmas concert last night, as I watched them sing and do their plays I was thankful they were alive , happy and looking for Santa. I jumped whenever the door into the hall opened-fearful. I remember thinking what if it happens here, tonight. My girls are teenagers now, and I still worry for them of course, I can’t imagine the kinda anger hurt pain sorrow that these families must be feeling. I never want to know that feeling of losing a child. I would die protecting a child, I commend all the teachers who protected their classes to the best of their abilities. My heart is broken, I grieve for the loss of the innocent.

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