I haven’t written much about Friday yet. What is there that we can really say? An obviously disturbed individual, after killing his own mother, walked into a school and killed 26 innocent people – most of them children. None of the victims left their homes that morning thinking they’d never return. Parents had never imagined that their children weren’t in the safest place possible and teachers never planned on their last breath being in their own school.
Could the school have prevented this? Doubtful. Could society, our government? Maybe. In the end, does it really matter who’s at fault? Or rather, should we be looking at where we failed – and yes, I say ‘we’ – and what we can do to fix it?
Should we get up every day and live our lives in fear, or be grateful for every moment we have?
I sent my Kindergartener to school this morning. She got on her bus like always. I have no idea if there will be a police presence at school this morning or if security will be tighter in any way. I don’t need to know. All I need to know is that I’ve always felt safe sending my child to her school. I’ve always believed the teachers, administrators and staff do everything they can to keep our children safe while they are in their care. I will continue to believe that.
I won’t join the gun control debate, or try to put blame on school security or anything else. The fact of the matter is, the only way to stop this from happening again is to make sure people who need mental health care are able to get it. There is no amount of gun control or security that will stop someone who’s made up their mind from doing something like this again.
We need to cut it off at the pass.
That being said, I will not live in fear. I will not live a life of ‘what if’. Instead, I will live a life of gratitude.
I will be grateful for every moment, every experience that I have – even when they don’t seem worthy of it. I will be grateful for everything they teach me. I will be grateful for the people who care for my children and help them grow every day. I will be grateful for the bus driver who gets my child to school in the mornings and grateful to the after school staff who cares for her when I can’t.
The list goes on and on.
Gratitude for every moment we have, not fear. That is what I choose.