I have been paralyzed all day today. I can’t stop reading the news and thinking of the children and the families in Connecticut. One of Alex’s good friends was at the mall in Portland when the shooting happened earlier in the week (he wasn’t near the shooting, thank goodness). We’ve been discussing gun control at the dinner table all week. I’ve never liked guns, I don’t know that I have ever held one (I think I touched one once, but I’ve blocked it out of my mind). But people I love have guns, for protection and for sport. They can keep them (doesn’t mean I understand it, but there are lots of things I don’t understand, like decaffeinated coffee and pajama jeans). But an automatic weapon? There is just no reason.
We are a better country than this. We are a compassionate, civilized country who can care for our children. Aren’t we? We can hold the families in our prayers, but we have not served our children until we take action. And by action, I mean paying attention to gun regulation AND mental health services.
By the way (and I know this could be TMI), when Steve went to have his vasectomy, he had a two-week waiting period. At the time we joked it was easier to get a gun than to get birth control. No more jokes.