“Lanza then entered a first-grade classroom where Lauren Rousseau, a substitute teacher, had herded her first grade students to the back of the room, and was trying to hide them in a bathroom, when Lanza forced his way into the classroom.Rousseau, Rachel D’Avino (a behavioral therapist who had been employed for a week at the school to work with a special needs student), and fifteen students in Rousseau’s class were all killed. Fourteen of the children were dead at the scene; one injured child was taken to a hospital for treatment, but was later declared dead. Most of the teachers and students were found crowded together in the bathroom.”
Those words still haunt me. The elementary school shooting of December 14, 2012 shook me like it did the rest of the world. Not only because many of victims were extremely young children, but my oldest child was a 1st grade student at the time like many of the victims. Her classroom was coincidentally one of the first class rooms when you entered her school and turned left, just as the shooter has done at Sandy Hook Elementary. I sent her to school that morning, just as 20 other moms did in Connecticut, trusting that my daughter would be safe. My daughter fortunately came home to me that day while 20 moms in Connecticut were not so lucky.
The next day, I went to work and could not concentrate. I could not think about anything except my children. Were they safe? How did my child’s school protect against intruders? At one point during the day, I had to escape because I could not hold back the tears. How can I go on as if everything is normal when it felt like the whole world was turning upside down? I started writing emails to schools wondering about safety protocols, joining groups like momsrising.org for Moms who support Gun Control, and researching ways that I could make a difference.
There has been more than 1 mass shooting a day on average in the United States in 2015. THIS IS EVERYONE’S PROBLEM. White, Black, Brown, and Yellow; Rich and Poor; Democratic and Republican; Christian, Muslim and Hindu; Old and Young. There is no explanation that makes sense as why we continue to let this happen.