On the drive to school today, my daughter and I meandered into a discussion of lockdown drills.
I answered her questions as directly yet nonchalantly as I could so I wouldn’t feed her worries, and then I had a moment of shuddering clarity: I was actually discussing with my 6-year-old the very real possibility that one day someone might attempt to kill her and her classmates at school — as though we were discussing the next hot lunch day.
This is not a topic I can avoid, unfortunately.
It’s also a conversation I didn’t have when I was a kid. In fact, I don’t remember practicing lockdown procedures at all, only earthquake ones, which were terrifying enough.
And then I thought, what the actual fuck has our world come to?
And how the hell do we stand a chance at being a peaceful race if we’re having to have these discussions with our children?
Either the road to enlightenment is savagely long — or it’s on lockdown.
— Coulee Mom