So, yesterday’s shooting was way too close to home. I mean, that is the exact campus I’d planned to have teen #1 register at for the Fall. So am I being paranoid in deciding she’ll go to the Northern campus instead? I don’t think so but some might. I completely understand the argument that a shooting can happen anywhere at anytime, especially in Texas where a lot of the citizens own guns. However, I also believe in not tempting fate. More than one news report mentioned the violence “could have been” gang related. What that tells me is that campus has issues. Now I also understand the other campus might also. But I went to both campuses (many, many years ago) and to be honest they’re like two different worlds. So for now I’m going to have to insist my baby goes to the one I feel safer and more confident about. Otherwise, I just might have to attend classes with her.
It’s my birthday…again. Yeah, yeah, I know it happens every year at this same time, but for some reason this one feels different. It’s not really about me though. This isn’t a milestone birthday. I’m thirty-seven today so I have three more years before the big 40. I think my glum mood is because of my daughters getting older right along with me.
I’m the type of person who really likes to celebrate birthdays, even my own. I’m not ashamed or afraid to tell people my real age or the year I was born. I totally own it. But with the ending of the 2011-2012 school year, and the successful passing of all four of my girls, I now have a Senior in high school, a Freshman in high school, a middle schooler, and a fourth grader. The high school ones are biggies. My oldest received her voter registration form in the mail yesterday and I nearly burst into tears. But having my third oldest in middle school is tough too. I taught her how to shave her legs this week!
So, for me age is a relative thing as it applies to myself. When I’m eighty I might still feel sixty and that’s just fine. What isn’t so great is that I’ve never been able to find the pause button on my daughters. And they just keep getting older and older.
If you’ve seen my posts on Twitter or Facebook then you probably already know I’m a Texan, my husband is a gun owner, and I’m not ashamed of either. However, I’m first and foremost a mom who is usually very paranoid about the safety of my daughters.
On Monday there was a horrible tragedy up in Ohio where an alleged student shot four of his classmates. It broke my heart to read the news posts and I hugged my girls a little harder when they got home from school.
On Tuesday a boy in Texas pointed a loaded gun at a classmate in the lunch line.
So know I want to know, what the hell is going on? Why are children resorting to such violence to let their thoughts be known? Back in my day we would just beat the shit out of each other on the playground. What are we teaching our children that makes them feel guns are the answer to solve their perceived problems? I don’t know about anyone else, but given the choice I would rather know my child got into a fist fight than had to dodge a bullet.