It’s been five days since a 19-year-old boy went on a shooting spree at a high school here in Florida.
I’m tired. I’m sad. I’m sick. I’m heartbroken. And I’m torn.
On one hand, I want to say the words so many people are saying. “It’s a scary world our kids are living in. No place is safe. You can’t trust anyone anymore. These are very unstable times.”
On the other hand, I want to say the things so many people aren’t saying. “Our world is as scary and unstable today as it was in the early 2000’s or the 80’s or the 60’s or the 40’s and so on. We were ALL once kids growing up in a scary world. Suicide bombers, AIDS, serial killers, assassinations, cults, segregation, World Wars, The Great Depression… And 20 years from now there will be a new version of a scary world. Our kids will be the ones saying, ‘It wasn’t like this when I grew up.'”
I don’t have the answers. But I do have some very big, important questions. They are very serious questions I want to ask our school teachers.
Do you know how grateful we are? Do you know how much we appreciate and respect you? Do you know how thankful (and sad) we are to hear that you’re hiding under desks and in closets with our children? That you’re risking your lives by opening doors to save our children in the line of fire? Do you know that we think about you every day and wonder if you’re ok? That we worry about you as much as we worry about our children?
I think you probably know. But just in case you don’t, I thought you should.
We know that “soldier” was never part of your job description but (unfortunately) you’ve become a new breed of war heroes.
So from all of us parents and every one of your students, thank you.
XO, Grady and Annie Bea’s Mom