*Prayers*

It has taken me a couple of days to write this post.  Not because I've been too busy but because it was too hard to even think about it.  By now you have probably heard what happened in Newtown Conn.  It is horrific and unimaginable. I'm sure every parent, grandparent, etc. is feeling the despair and sadness right now.  As a mother, I cried.  And as a teacher of little ones, I cried.

When I am at work, those 24 little six and seven year olds are MY kids.  They are my heart and soul, my responsibility.  It is up to me to protect them and make sure they learn something new everyday.  Their parents have put their trust in me to not only teach them what they need to know, but to also watch over them for those six hours that they are away from their families.  I take that very seriously.

So, when I heard what happened in Conn. I could not even wrap my head around it.  I am sad for the families, I am sad for the faculty, I am sad for the children.  It breaks my heart to think about the children that lost their lives.  And it breaks my heart to think about the children that survived - those who experienced such horror that no child should ever have to experience.

My children went to their dad's on Friday night but all I wanted was for them to come home with me.  I wanted to hug them and never let them go.  But it is important for them to see their daddy and to maintain their schedule.  My heart ached as I dropped them off.  But thanks to their wonderful daddy, he texted me that night and assured me that they were both tucked safely in bed and he had given them both extra hugs and kisses.

I have not watched the news in the past 3 days.  I refuse. Perhaps its denial, perhaps its fear.  I do not want to see the faces of the victims, I do not want to hear anymore gruesome details.  It's too sad.  I mean no disrespect and I hope it doesn't come off that way.  It's just too difficult, too sad, too horrible.
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