Something We Can Do

Last week I was in two different Kindergarten classrooms during a Lockdown Drill. It's always a little scary. One student, after it was over, said, "I was so scared, and I was so brave." I imagine the little ones in Newtown were very brave. There are children who don't feel safe or brave right now.

I love the idea of Ann Curry's to do 26 Acts of Kindness, and am trying my best, but if you want to one thing more, I would kindly suggest that you visit Donors Choose. There are tons of teachers who are asking for some very basic supplies to make their classrooms more loving and nurturing learning environments. You can see where your donation is going and what type of district it is.

A teacher asked her kindergartners this week to write letters to Santa. Their wishes are so simple, yet so complex. "I wish my daddy would come home," "I wish my mommy would get a house so she would be happy."

In memory of those in Newtown, and for all the children everywhere, we can do one thing more.

http://www.donorschoose.org/

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