Today brings an anniversary that no one wants to celebrate, but everyone should recognize. It’s an anniversary when we honor 20 young, little lives stolen brutally, and six adult heroes who tried desperately to shield them in an elementary school in Newtown, Connecticut.
That day three years ago changed the lives of all parents in America forever. It hits hard every single year, especially in the week leading up to today. It reminds us of just how fragile life is, and just how much trust we put into other adults to take care of our children. It’s already difficult for us to send our children to school when we think of milestones.
This is not something little children should have to practice drills over, and drills for events other than fire drills or natural disasters aren’t a milestone I ever thought my children would have to reach. This isn’t even something middle or high school students should have to practice drills over. They do. They have to. Short of homeschooling my children, I have to let them go. I have to trust the safety protocols. I get to question the safety protocols, but I still have to trust that when I send my children off to school every day, they’re going to come home safely.
I cry, I pray, and I beg for strength. If it can happen in a small town village in Connecticut, just like my Connecticut hometown, just like the Connecticut town we live in…. it really can happen anywhere.
So I feel this deeply. I wish… I don’t know.
Please protect my Hearts today; They walk from me and I don’t get a say; I have to trust, put them in the hands of others; Those with Hearts of their own as Fathers and Mothers; My Hearts crush my heart every day as they leave; Learning, growing friendships, becoming independent, so I can’t grieve; Dear God, your Spirit is needed to calm the storm of fear and worry and stress; Jesus, please, your love to Bless this Mother’s Hearts and heart especially this day; Please, Jesus, this, I pray.