The Struggle is real

Life is gonna bloody us up, all you can do is put a band-aid on and keep going…..

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I treated myself to the new Wonder Woman movie yesterday, and I have to say it didn’t disappoint.  I was engaged with the character from beginning to end and if you haven’t seen it, and love the comic book characters, then I think you won’t be disappointed.

However, after that treat, apparently the tides of normalcy had to turn.  On my way back to my house on post in Colorado, the gate was completely shut down.  I have done drills for this in my job so I understood something was going on.  For whatever reason, someone decided to be a active shooter.  I still don’t really know all the details, and probably never will, but still why today.  It took me over 2 hours to get on post, and attempt to pick up my children.

My frustration was not nearly at it’s end.  When I was driving up to the school, I was stopped by a police vehicle parked in the road.  What the heck, umm, why can’t I get my children?

Apparently there is major protocol with our children, which in hindsight, I am officially thankful for, but at the time, I was terrified.  I have two small children and I was freaking out because it looked like a swarm of bees outside the doors, but they were police, and visually it was crazy.  It took them about another hour to allow us into the parking lot.  At this point a crowd of worried parents were gathering to pick up their children.  Even when we were allowed in the building, the teachers would not unlock the doors to the rooms.  Again, I am mighty and fiercely proud of our teachers, because they had no clue who the shooter was and where he/she might be.  All they know is that they have to protect the children, and you can bet that’s what they did.  I won’t go too far into detail because some protective measures shouldn’t be talked about, but I will say that I knew my children were safe, and I can only give thanks.

When I finally saw my 5 year old, I broke.  I hugged him so tight and was crying like something you wouldn’t believe.  I just couldn’t control myself.  I knew that they were ok, I knew that the shooter had been caught, but just seeing him, safe and sound, I was so caught up in emotion that I couldn’t keep it together.  Thankfully he hugged me back and didn’t get freaked out on me, because why would I want to scare a 5 year old. He just thought they were having a drill.  Again, I thank those blessed teachers, because mass confusion and hysteria would not have been easy to control.

Today, when I woke up, I knew they had to go back to school.  I will admit that it was hard.  It was hard to let them go, and know that I had to trust their lives to someone else.  The events yesterday definitely reminded me that life is fleeting and to hold those you love as close as you can.  I know today that if push came to shove, my children are protected.  Who could ask for more?

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