As the horrible details started to emerge from Sandy Hook, CT on Friday, the pit in my stomach grew more painful. My productively and concentration level at work became less and less. I was holding back tears all day. I drove home with my dad who had not heard all the details. When he learned that little children had been shot in cold blood, he went catatonic, and he’s not a particularly emotional person.
I have two precious little ones at home, a third-grader and a first grader. They are the world to me, and one of the main reasons I stay on the path of recovery.
I cannot even imagine the horror, grief and devastation the parents of Sandy Hook must be going through.
I came home early Friday from work. I played Wii with my daughter while my wife took my son out for an appointment. She was Rapunzel and I was Flint Ryder from the movie Tangled. After every level we cleared, she ran to me with a huge smile, a hug and a kiss. We had a blast.
My wife came home with piles of sushi from our favorite Japanese place. We devoured our cucumber and avocado rolls, edamame, salmon sushi and my favorite, “Blackjack” maki with eel, sweet potato, avocado and black tobiko. (If you don’t know, I love sushi!).
We lit the menorah and celebrated the 7th night of Hanukkah. We played some more Wii all together, and the kids started fighting with each other. Everything was normal.
My kids had no idea that 20 kids had been shot cold earlier in the day. It could have been their school. (G-d forbid).
Yesterday, we kept the media off. We had a cozy day at home with a fire going, more Wii, drawing, and I did a little work.
We are going to talk to the kids today about the shooting. Most of the parents around here are taking a proactive approach on the assumption that kids will inevitably find out what happened and they will talk.
I’m sure there are folks out there who have turned to their substance of choice to deal with the shootings.
I have not, and have no desire to. My family needs me now.