Yesterday, my children went to school and played with friends and laughed and sang and squabbled and cuddled and slept. The same day was a day of unspeakable horror for families in Connecticut. As a mother, I feel devastated beyond words. As a citizen, I feel anger and frustration and a sense of futility in the face of "freedom" that allows tragedies like these to occur.
My girls are 7 and 4. I don't know how much to tell them or even if I should tell them. I know it is better to present them with facts and let them ask questions, to try to address their fears one by one and reassure them that we will do whatever we can to keep them safe.
I awoke this morning once again filled with heartbreak and incomprehension and deepest compassion for the children and families affected by this tragedy. My heart and thoughts and prayers go out to them. Never before has a traditional holiday wish for peace or comfort carried more weight.