“Try not to get shot at school today,” I tell my kids every morning as they get on the school bus.
“We’ll try, Mom,” they say. They don’t roll their eyes.
We’re whistling past the graveyard. That’s how I regulate the terror I feel every single morning when my children leave for school.
“Please don’t let a copycat try for headlines today. Please let our schoolkids across the country get home to their moms today.”
Besides talking about school shootings and when they can register to vote, we talk about the work they want to do in their lives — and how they’re going to get there. They’re sixth and eighth graders, so maybe it’s a bit early for these conversations… (Read the rest of the story at The Seattle Times.)