Thursday night I went to bed fully intending to make pulled sugar candy canes on Friday. I got up Friday morning fully intending to make pulled sugar candy canes. And then I heard the news. Twenty babies and six adults killed at an elementary school in Newtown, Connecticut.
I've taught before. I've been in a school that has been on lock-down before. I've been the teacher trying to calm little kids during scary situations.
I didn't make pulled sugar candy canes on Friday. On Friday, I cried. I grieved. I was silent.
I remember a poignant article written in The Onion, of all places. After September 11, 2001. Their first issue after moving their base of operations to New York City from Wisconsin. Their whole issue focused on different aspects of the horror of that day. And one article spoke right to my heart, because I am a baker. On Saturday, I felt just like Christina Pearson of Topeka Kansas, baking an American Flag Cake because she didn't know what else to do.
On Saturday, I got up and made pulled sugar candy canes. Twenty small candy canes for twenty small children. One larger candy cane to represent the adults.
Today, many bloggers all over the world are observing a Day of Silence, a time for pulling back and reflecting. Today, I will not be silent. Today, I will share my candy canes for Connecticut with you. I will share the names of the children. I will share the names of the adults. I will probably cry some more.
But I don't know what else to do.