reported 10 people were shot and six others were injuredI live in Brooklyn, along with my partner of almost 9 years and our two sons, ages 7 and 3. My son goes to school near the shooting — not near our house, but we stomach the nearly hour and a half commute, every morning and every afternoon, because our son's school is that wonderful. We used to use that train station.
Ordinary citizens were performing first aide on their fellow New Yorkers as they bled on the subway platform.The shooter is still on the loose as I write this.Moments later, I received an email from my son's school: Out of an overabundance of caution, the children were"sheltering in place." This meant no one could enter or exit the building until the lockdown order had been lifted.
A common description of parenthood is the notion that once you have a child, your heart exists outside your body. In many ways, that's painfully accurate, but I don't believe it fully encapsulates the experience of motherhood. Motherhood is resilience. It's finding the courage to let go so your children can live and explore and dream and learn, while hoping — in a country whereParenthood is forcing yourself to be optimistic for the sake of your children, and quell your pessimism borne out of the reality of the horrors of the world you work so tirelessly to shield your child from.I paced my living room floor, contemplating the consequences of driving to my son's school and demanding they let me take him home.
Then take the guns away from Dems