As parents, we gladly sacrifice so much of who we are for our children and their future. As educators, we give our lives to impacting kids positively, to helping them believe in themselves. We take so much care and effort to help kids grow and be safe.
We care about the tiniest details of happiness. We are mindful of all our words, because we know that a misplaced word can ruin a kid’s day or week, or lead a kid to lose faith in themselves. By instinct and training, the idea of creating pain in child’s life, however slight, is unthinkable. I once heard a saying, “You are as happy as your least happy child.” Indeed, for so many of us, our well being is forever bonded to our children’s.
And that’s what makes today’s horror so unfathomable. How someone could yell at a single child, or insult one kid, or slap a child with intent to hurt them is beyond understanding. It’s an inhumane act of cowardice to harm in the slightest way a single innocent child. But to massacre 20 five-year-olds? The enormity of the destruction is so incredibly gut-wrenching.
These are kids who believed in Santa Claus, who in ten days were going to go to sleep excited beyond belief, who were going to wake up wide-eyed to presents and stockings and new bicycles, whose parents were going to get the unconstrained joy of playing Santa in the wee hours of Christmas eve. And in the happiest of times, one bastard with a gun robs so many of everything meaningful.
In both scope and degree, it is beyond comprehensible, beyond evil, and beyond forgivable.
My heart breaks for the families and children involved. I hope that somehow, someway, you are able find peace.
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