Tragedies affect me much differently now that I am a parent. I feel unarmed. Defenseless. Scared. Hollow. Hurt. Even though it is so far away, it feels so close because I have a child. I know a child’s trusting, innocence, and joy. I know a mother’s endless love. I know those moms even though I have never met them. Those moms are just like me: they love their children, want to protect them from any harm, and are proud beyond comprehension at every single accomplishment.
I cannot make sense of the tragedy because there is none: there is no silver lining, no lesson to be learned. Nothing good can come of this. Gun control can’t control crazy people. There is nothing this country can do to take it back and nothing we can do to prevent it again.
I cannot imagine what the parents and families of the school are going through, and can only pray for a modicum of peace for those involved even though I know that will never be possible for them.
How do we get through this? I don’t have an answer, only many prayers. Prayers for recovery, hope, love, peace and survival.