When I heard about the shootings in Sandy Hook, it was right after I had dropped my two preschool-aged boys off at school. I had my baby girl in the back seat of the car, and as we drove home, I listened to the updates on NPR. I began to sob immediately. As the story emerged, I cried more. I don't think I did much that day but cry, and then after my children were home, hug them and try to hide my tears.
My oldest son is now in elementary school. His school is so much bigger, and while I fully trust the faculty, a larger school feels that much more dangerous to me. The playground is wide open, as it should be. But in these days of school shootings, I now look at playgrounds and think about how easily children could be targeted.
It's an awful, horrible thought.
Earlier this year, my boys and I discussed bullies. This was triggered by a few incidences of mild name-calling at school. Toward the end of the conversation,Read More »from One Year Later: How Sandy Hook Parents Are Working to Prevent Gun Violence