Today, none of that matters.
Children are supposed to be safe at school. Everyday I am responsible for 18 precious lives. I assure their parents that I will take care of them - that they will be safe and they will see them again at 3:20. I feel their heads when they complain of illness. I prescribe wet paper towels for itchy bug bites and invisible boo-boos. I hold garbage cans underneath their mouths when the stomach bug hits. I apply Band-Aids to cuts and scratches.. old or new.
Today, I am forced to think about - to make a plan- how to hide 18 precious children in their sanctuary- our classroom.
I can't turn off the news. I can't look away. I can't stop thinking about the anguish for this community.
My prayers go out Sandy Hook Elementary.
I can't turn off the news. I can't look away. I can't stop thinking about the anguish for this community.
My prayers go out Sandy Hook Elementary.