I can't get the pit out of my stomach or thought out of my head that 20 children did not come home to their families yesterday. Twenty Moms and Twenty Dads didn't tuck their kids into bed last night and twenty parents will not give those presents under the tree to their little ones this year. I can't stop thinking about the heroes that sacrificed their lives for others yesterday. Six adults who dedicated their lives to helping children were lost yesterday never to return to their families. My heart aches for the people of Newtown, Connecticut. Their lives will never be the same.
All I wanted to do yesterday was pick both of my children up at their schools early yesterday, hug them, squeeze them and then shelter them from society. I think many Mom's felt that way yesterday. It's our instinct.
Then I started assessing the security measures at both of my children's schools. I started thinking about what they could do differently? How could they be more prepared? That thought quickly changed to gun laws, mental illness, metal detectors and the thoughts reeled on and on. What are we to do?
As the rain pours down this morning in Peoria, Illinois I think it is tears from heaven mourning for the people of Newtown, Connecticut.