I don’t know about you, but processing this school shooting has been tough. I look at the faces of those slain and I can’t help but think of my own four kids. It wasn’t that long ago that they were the ones in those loud, long hallways, grabbing text books, slamming locker doors, laughing with friends, rushing to class…and yes, there were kids among them who were “off” as well..but no one thought they would go on a killing mission like Cruz did.
Right after the shooting, I so wanted to believe that this was a moment for adults to shepherd our youth through the valley..but one quick peek at the news and it’s plain to see that we failed these kids on multiple levels and continue to do so right now.
It’s depressing, but not surprising.
While in the media center at the middle school yesterday, I thought about my purpose..not in life per se, but right at that moment, sitting across from a sullen boy who was not at all happy to be spending time with his tutor; his mission was to cooperate as little as possible. He was quite passive aggressive, repeatedly testing the limits of what I would accept from him.
It was not a fruitful experience.
On my way out to the parking lot, I ran into another volunteer and as we compared notes, it became obvious that she was dealing with the same issues. When we reached our cars, she put her arm around my shoulders and simply said, “some days, all you accomplish is letting them know you care.”
In the shadow of last week’s horror, that seems like a worthwhile mission to me.