The unthinkable.

The unthinkable happened on Friday while I sat in my kindergartener's class helping assemble gingerbread houses.  I only allowed myself to read a couple of the articles released about this tragedy; because it was just too hard to think what would have happened if that would have been our school on Friday.  Really, it isn't impossible in this world we now seem to live in and I sobbed every time the thought jumped into my mind.

I could talk about gun control or mental health and my thoughts on both, but all I can think about is those little faces.  I sat in that kindergarten classroom with 21 little faces on Friday.  Their eyes actually twinkle when they look at you.  They have a sense of wonder about everything.  They are excited to be in school participating in every aspect of their day.  They are excited for Christmas.  They are excited to give the handmade and personally wrapped present to their parents.  They think everyone is beautiful and amazing.  They want to give you a picture they drew especially for you because they love that you came to help them today.  They represent all that is right with this world.  How could you look into those faces and feel anything but love?

I don't really know what happened or why it happened.  I don't really care to know the details.  What I do care about is that we live in a world where monsters have escaped from under the bed and inside the closet.  These monsters don't just haunt my kid's imagination in the dark of the night anymore.  I cannot spray "monster spray" made from tap water and vinegar to protect them from these monsters.  These monsters haunt even me in the light of the day.  And in light of the unthinkable, I just pray we are moved as a nation to find a way to put the monsters back under the bed and in the closet where they belong.