"There are things mommies aren’t ever supposed to find. They aren’t supposed to find themselves in a firehouse frantically looking for their child. They aren’t supposed to find their child’s name on a list of those who won’t be coming home. They aren’t supposed to find a dress to wear to their child’s funeral. They aren’t supposed to turn their calendar and find a date circled for the birthday party they were supposed to be planning next month. The one that won’t be. Or walk to the mailbox and find their child’s dentist appointment reminder card. The receptionist forgot to pull that one out. Or find a book they know their child would love. Only half way to the check out counter they remember, they’re gone."
When I heard the news about the shooting in Connecticut, I think I subconsciously chose not to dwell on it or make it personal. It was not until Monday morning at school that it became very personal. At our staff meeting that morning, as we talked through changes in our safety procedures, I put myself in the situation. I was thinking about the principal, the secretary, the psychologist, the first graders that were murdered. I looked around at my principal, secretary, psychologist, and first graders that were standing in front of me. After the announcements and a statement from the principal over the PA, we all have a moment of silence.