"The majority of those who died today were children -- beautiful little kids between the ages of 5 and 10 years old. They had their entire lives ahead of them -- birthdays, graduations, weddings, kids of their own. Among the fallen were also teachers -- men and women who devoted their lives to helping our children fulfill their dreams.

So our hearts are broken today -- for the parents and grandparents, sisters and brothers of these little children, and for the families of the adults who were lost. Our hearts are broken for the parents of the survivors as well, for as blessed as they are to have their children home tonight, they know that their children’s innocence has been torn away from them too early, and there are no words that will ease their pain." 
- President Obama, December 14th 2012.
As I sat in the middle of an Elementary School this afternoon, completely surrounded by happy, vigorous, innocent children, I read about the tragic events unfolding at Sandy Hook Elementary in Newtown, Connecticut. Frantically I scrolled down the homepage of my CNN app desperately searching for more information and praying this wasn't really happening. Again. But it was. And with each sentence the happy laughter and buzz of Friday surrounding me was drowned out by my gut wrenching thoughts and prayers for those poor families who just lost their sweet children. Sweet children who had, earlier this very morning, filled their very own classroom with that same happy laughter and buzz of Friday. I felt my eyes tingle as I read of the increasing number of fatalities and my heart broke for all of the mothers and fathers who were never able to say goodbye to their babies. In a place that is meant to be a safe haven, they were taken away early. Far too early. And through the aching sadness for those families affected, the anger and sickening disgust soon followed. Over and over I asked how that sick, selfish, evil boy could justify using that gun to ruin the lives of so many others. How could he rob those innocent children of a life they were entitled to? How could he steal away the beauty this world has and replace it with mourning, sorrow and heartbreak. How could he rob innocent bystanders of something so precious: their lives. How could he change the world of so many without consideration, regret, compassion or remorse? How? And why? Why do things like this happen? Why are innocent people killed? Why do children grow up to gun-down their parents? Why?


On days like today I question my faith. I question my belief system. I question my willingness to trust in others. I question laws. I question whether there truly are good people left in this world. I question whether everything is really meant to happen for a reason, or even if I would have the strength to cope if ever something like this were to directly impact my family or my classroom.

But through all of the why's and how's I pray. Pray for the families. Pray for the friends, work colleagues and communities. And most importantly I pray for those sweet innocent children and teachers up in heaven. Today I certainly don't have all of the answers to my questions, but the tragic events of this morning are a humbling reminder of how precious life is and how insignificant personal problems are. They're a reminder to live each day to it's fullest. To hug our loved ones a little tighter.  And to never take for granted this life we're blessed with.

My heart goes out to all of those affected by today's heartbreaking events. 


  1. I totally agree with you. We just need to pray harder for a lot of things.

  2. I have so many of the same feelings honey. I have to take Addie to school tomorrow and my heart skips a beat thinking about it. AND I NEVER HAD TO FEEL THAT WAY BEFORE! And now I am petrified. For her, for Blake, for my nieces and nephews, for the teachers, for all of us!!! The fear and sadness I have felt this weekend is overwhelming. And you are right...NEVER take life for granted. xoxo


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