It Happened Again
As I headed to the school to pick my daughter up, my stomach felt queasy. A school shooting happened again today. At least 10 children have lost their lives. AGAIN. I knew my daughter was safe. At least for today. I said a little prayer of thanks for my daughter’s safety. Then I said one for the mothers who are grieving, the children and teachers who are grieving.
When did this become okay?
I watched a news clip of a young girl who said she wasn’t surprised because these shootings are everywhere and that she knew eventually it would be their school too.
She knew eventually it would be their school too.
My 4 year old learned about school shootings this year. They ran through an active shooter drill after the last school shooting. Let that sink in a minute. Children as young as 3, 4, 5 need to go through active shooter drills.
In what world is it acceptable that our preschoolers need to know that someone with a gun could come and shoot them?
As a parent of a soon to be kindergartner and one who is still at least a year out from starting school, I wonder how much worse will things get before they graduate high school? Maybe we should homeschool? It seems to be getting more and more popular among parents these days. When you send them to your local school you not only need to worry about the quality of your child\’s education, but also their physical safety. Keeping them home means you can control both.\r\n\r\n
I am not a gun owner. I also don’t think that all gun owners are bad people. I just don’t understand how a fighting for the right to have a gun is more important than fighting for human lives. Why does anyone need a dozen guns? Why does anyone need such a powerful gun? Why is it a simpler process to purchase a gun than get your driver’s license? Why can’t we admit that other countries maybe have a better system in place so they aren’t losing their children at such an alarming rate?
What is the answer?
I honestly don’t know. I only know that my heart weeps every time I hear of another school shooting. And the worst part is knowing that it will happen again.