Yesterday's tragic events were so shocking and unbelievable to me that I could hardly process them. As a scientist, I find comfort in gathering as much information as possible to sift through and analyze, but yesterday watching the news unfold did not give me any of the answers I needed.
Like everyone else, my brain got stuck on why?
I choked up when the President did. I texted my kids in class that I love them. We talked and shared when they came home from high school.
Today I woke up thinking of the families and community who lost so much. I mourn with them. I don't need to know their children. I work with small children and I am a parent. There is nothing more innocent and sweet than a kindergartener. I can't imagine anything more horrible than losing a child to violence.
Today I will probably not read the news. Nothing can undo. Nothing can fix what has happened. Nothing will make those families and that community whole again. I cannot gather any information that will help me.
Today I am getting ready for our annual cookie party. I will bake and tidy and set up . I will find comfort in family and home and traditions. But throughout the day, I know I will pause and think of those affected.
A little piece of my heart was torn yesterday. Today I mourn. Tomorrow I will celebrate the season and give love to my own community of young people who will come my house.
And by giving that love, I will give myself healing and hope. I will teach the young people I host that there is a community that cares for them. By traditions and joining together, I will teach peace. It's that simple. I can't cure the world, but I can help my one small corner.
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