I said yes not because I wanted him to go. I didn’t. I spent the day listening to coverage of the school shooting in Santa Clarita. I wanted to take him home.
Still, I gave him a few bucks and off he went.
And then the subject changed and we talked about the ordinary normalcy of he and his friends pooling their money and sharing a bucket of chicken.
For him, a shooting far away is a bit of an abstraction. For me, less so.
Me, I’m still somewhere between settled and unsettled.
Happy to be home. Unsettled by just how unsafe a world we have made for our children. Depressing.