There is a pall hanging over us. We want answers to the unanswerable. We need to put our anger and sadness somewhere, but there is no place.
Tomorrow is a Monday that will be unlike any other. Tomorrow I need to try to reassure my 8-year-olds. Many of them will have watched too many reports on television, or overheard snippets of adult conversation. While some of my students live with traumas, nothing like this has ever happened before. I pray that nothing close to it ever happens again.
I have no idea what I can say, except to reassure them that, while sometimes the adults in their lives have been unreliable, I am here to keep them safe. As a teacher, I imagine that is exactly what passed through the minds of the teachers and administrators of Sandy Hook as they made split second decisions to shelter their own students. Six times that instinct to protect children from harm resulted in the ultimate sacrifice.
We will need to be together.