What a fun subject today, but it weighs heavily on my mind today.
In November, during Thanksgiving break, a boy who would have to be classified as a close acquaintance of my daughter killed himself.
The day after Mother's Day, a boy much closer killed himself. Exactly one week later, another boy from the circle killed himself.
Remember the days when a hug, a bandage, and some super glue could fix anything for your child? Those days are over.
Now there is this swirling vortex in my head. The thing is, I'm not too concerned about my child. I've have long conversations with her (where I listen more than speak) and she seems to understand that there are a lot of people who care about her, people who would be devastated if she took her life. She is a mess of emotions; anger, sadness, guilt, and everything that is normal to feel when you are young and don't know where all your feelings can go.
I'm more worried about the other kids at that school who are at risk. And I'm still concerned about my kid because I think about the fact that even if a student whom she does not know kills himself, at this point, she will hurt.
