I came to pick up The Boy from school and the flags were at half mast. I just couldn't understand why the flag would be in that position.
Oh, because 26 people are dead from another mass shooting...this one happened in a church. In a place of worship.
I can't keep up. I am numb to the numbers.
But these are not numbers. These are people. These are men, women, and children.
Half of those people who are dead in this latest shooting were children. They were children! Toddlers, preschoolers, school aged kids, teens...they are dead.
We live in a country where we kill our children. It is horrible to say, but it is true.
Sandy Hook was 5 years ago this next month.
And don't get me started about how we fail our most vulnerable, our children, when we don't provide them healthcare.
Look, I don't want to write about this stuff. I am planning parties right now and I want to focus on fun stuff like parties, but it doesn't seem right to pretend this isn't happening, because it is and it is horrific.
This was a white man who had domestic violence issues.
And yes, there was a non-white man who drove a car into people in New York last week...and that is horrible and messed up. But if you look at our mass death numbers...it is overwhelmingly white men with guess what...domestic violence issues.
I love white guys...I am married to one...I am raising one.
But how can I make sure the one I am raising doesn't loose his marbles one day, buy an AR-15, and take other people down with him? Seriously. Why do we have AR-15's. And how do I raise him to honor and respect his life and other people's lives?
And how do we, as a society, help people feel like there are other options. This recent killer hurt his last wife and seriously harmed her baby. How do we help people like that? I do not know.
My initial response is to go away. I want to retreat. I want to hide with my kids and never go anywhere. I know this isn't rational or feasible.
Since we had another mass shooting a month ago. I had some suggestions on what we can do next. Today I feel less motivated. I feel numb and anxious. I won't stay in this space, because this space is not where we make changes.
I don't know how to stop people killing other people, I don't know how to stop people hating other people, and I don't really know how to protect all of our babies.
I do know that I love the United States. I do. I don't love where we are right this second. But I hope we can make some changes.
In times like these I like to think about this prayer.
I want to be an instrument of peace. I want to spread love. And I want to find the joy. I want to pray for a better for tomorrow.
But as we know, we are past just thoughts and prayers.
We need action.