Like most of you, I’ve
been extremely distraught since hearing the news of the shootings in Newtown, Conn., earlier this
month. I find myself getting teary-eyed over seemingly small things that pop up
in unexpected moments: smiles from my children, a song on the radio, a
commercial, and of course a news blip reporting something related to the
tragedy.
I first heard about what
had happened when my husband called me from work the morning of Dec. 14 and
relayed to me the unthinkable news he had just read online. I couldn’t believe
it. I didn’t want to believe it. Of course, the first thing I thought of was my
own children.
I didn’t turn the TV to a
news channel all day, not wanting to risk my 4- and 3-year-old children hearing
about the horrific event. After awhile I pulled up the Internet on my phone and
found a recap article of what had happened. Usually when something big in the
news takes place I read an article online and then hop over to another, and
another, trying and glean information and viewpoints from a couple different
sources. But this time I couldn’t even stomach that one article. I got halfway
through and felt sick. I had to stop reading.
Finally that night, after
the kids were all settled down and in bed....
