Unspoken.

My heart hurts. I have been a classroom teacher, I have practiced lockdown drills. I am a parent to a 5 year old who attends school. I live in Connecticut, maybe an hour away from Newtown. This feels a lot like after 9/11 – a pit in your stomach and a whole lot of WTF?! This morning when I brought L to school all the parents were saying so much to each other with just eye contact.
Because I don’t really know what else to do when I feel this way except to pray and to knit, I’ve joined a group on Ravelry: 600 Monsters Strong for Connecticut (and Facebook page). The goal is to knit a huggable critter for every child at the Sandy Hook Elementary School. I’m also planning to participate with Fresh Stitches – similar idea, they are looking for knit, crochet, or sewn softies within the next week or so. Stacy is not organizing, but rather she’s a great point person to get the information out there – and she has a bunch of great patterns I have had in my mental queue for a while.
Thank a teacher, hug your kids, let’s all try to be patient and kind to each other this week. Thank you to the lady in front of me at the post office – she had a pile of packages to mail; I was only buying stamps and had the baby with me. She let me go before her. Pay it forward!

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