How Tin got his Thomas train
Yesterday, the end of the week, I was finishing up some emails when I saw that two people had been killed at an elementary school in Connecticut, before I could finish reading 27 people were dead, 20 of them children. I just started crying. And kept crying until I went and picked up Tin from school.
Today had been a special day, the one earth one voice organization brought their glass globe to the Waldorf School and performed Ise Oluwa, an African song that says that which the creator has made can never be destroyed. Around the world millions will sing it at the exact same hour on December 21 – the end of the Mayan calendar.
Tin was singing that song as another school was undergoing an horrific tragedy.
I went to pick him up at school and even then still couldn’t stop crying to think about how those families will be able to recover from the horror. I was burning mad about gun laws and how Louisiana refused to pass more restrictive gun laws in this last election and yet it cut the budgets to mental health care institutions. Tears of sadness, tears of grief, tears of anger all roiling and then I saw Tin and got down on my knees to hug him.
After playing in the park and speaking to other parents about this horror, I drove him to La Jouet and let him pick out any Thomas the Train he wanted. He picked Spencer, the grey one.