Lucien came home Friday with another write-up from school, this time for bending over and smacking his butt in the middle of the lunchroom. His behavior was called "completely inappropriate" by the lunch lady who reported him.
I didn't care. I saw the telltale envelope in his hand as he got off the bus, marked sternly, "To the Parents of Lucien," and knew what it meant. But all that mattered to me in that moment was I was seeing my six-year old get off the bus on a day when 20 kids on the other side of the country didn't.
That day has changed some things in my mind, to the point where Christmas shopping has ceased and all leftover Christmas money has gone to The Brady Campaign. Enough is enough, gun people. Your right to bear arms does not trump my right not to bear arms and feel safe in a public place. Your right to bear arms does not trump my son's right to receive an education without worry of being executed in his classroom with a legally purchased assault rifle.
I have to believe someday soon we, as a country, will have had enough. I have to believe someday the gun lobby will lose, that there are only so many times we can bury our loved ones until we rethink our worship of the great American god, The Gun.
I have to believe things will change, that we're not going to ask a classroom of six-and-seven year olds to be martyrs for the Second Amendment. Because if I don't believe it right now, I'm going to do ridiculous things such as bar my windows and homeschool my kids -- which, as we all know, would find me checked into a mental health institution within 48 hours.
Enough is enough is enough is enough is enough....