in honor of the children who have died.
In honor of the children at Sandy Hook Elementary in Connecticut who went to school this morning to play in their brightly colored kindergarten classroom and clap their hands with glee at the very idea of recess–and never came home. In honor of their teachers who teach because they believe in education and in the potential of young people and couldn’t save them and got killed themselves. And in honor of their families whose beliefs about safety and horror have forever been changed. In honor of all those who will never be the same after today’s shooting.
In their honor, could we please have at least a 24 hour moratorium on making this very human, very personal, very real and unspeakable tragedy a political conversation about the right to bear arms, or whether bullets or guns or people kill people, or about anything else at all besides those children who were vibrant and full of life this morning and are now dead?
I talked to Tess about what happened at Sandy Hook this afternoon, using Martha Atkins’ suggestions almost to the letter. I urge you to read what Martha offered before talking with your children. I am also reminded of my friend Dave Rippey’s invaluable advice one time when Emma asked me a question I interpreted as being more adult than I expected at her age: Answer the question you’ve been asked. Not your adult interpretation of it, infused with your adult knowledge of the world, but the question they’ve asked.
We don’t watch the news in our house; if you do, turn it off.
Let go of your insatiable desire to know all the details.
Instead, light a candle for those precious tiny souls who experienced such horror just before leaving.
Instead, talk to your children about letting you know if they are in pain, or need help.
Instead, be still and honor what is and what was.
Instead, hug your family tight.
Tighter.
