The Golden Rule

In the midst of gun control debate, I'd like to share what I've learned from my three children. I have a 7 year old and tried to explain the increased security at school. To be fair, we didn't have much security in our small Vermont town where violent crime is rare. The conversation was virtually impossible because of her worldly view.

With great conviction and authority, she told me, "there are no bad guys at school because of the 'Golden Rule' of treating others the way you want to be treated." The "Golden Rule" has no room for evil and appears to form an impenetrable shield around her, particularly at her school
where there are consequences such as "time outs" for failing to abide by the GR.
A closer look at her world and her interactions with friends likely represents the world view of most six and seven year olds. As adults struggle to comprehend the magnitude of horror in Newtown, I am pretty confident that six and seven year olds can't process such vile murders.
Here is a sampling of what I see through my children at ages six and seven:

Six and seven sing to their baby dolls and write inspirational notes to the dolls who must be brave enough to go through the washer after being vomited on.
Six and seven are graded on "citizenship" in school and rewarded with "warm buzzies" (fluffy craft pompoms) when caught doing something nice for others.
Six and seven still take baths and can't wash their hair. Some can't swim, many can't tie. Six and seven are big kids in school and melt down at home with a blankie, thumb or stuffed animal.
Six and seven tell silly jokes which sometimes make sense. They hysterically laugh at physical humor. They dance and spin with abandon. They believe in fairies and magic and that good always wins.
Six and seven play bad guys and good guys where the bad repent and happily rejoin society.
Six and seven are proud. They want you to watch every jump, cartwheel, dance move or silly song. There is no place safer than with mom or dad. Mommies can fix EVERYTHING and always keep them safe.
Six and seven feel beautiful and cherished by all those around them. They are very sure about lots of stuff but still need you to carry snacks and drinks on a 15 minute car ride. They still ride in car seats but can buckle themselves in.
They help around the house and can mostly get organized to go somewhere. They love their families, pets and friends. They shriek "awww" at the sight of any baby, human, animal or robotic.
Six and seven skip into the wonderful, safe place called school to learn and play. They take pride in being the LINE LEADER, the CABOOSE and getting to choose not one, but two books from the library.
First graders swing so high they can probably touch the sun. They can definitely touch the moon, if they felt like it.
When others are sick or sad, they make colorful get well cards and sing songs. My little girl rubs my back when I hurt and sings me a song I usually sing to her. She counts with me during my daily medical injections and dutifully reminds me that the medicine makes me better.
She runs to me saying "I really need a hug." And"Mommy's hugs are the best in the world." She has a special teddy bear called a "Mama loves you bear" which I hug to fill with love if she needs extra love and I'm not with her. I fill my child with hugs and I give her a kissing hand or special stone so she can feel me close to her when she misses me. These things give her the courage to separate from me. And if things go wrong and she needs me there's a silly song I made up which says "Don't you fret. Don't you frown. Turn your frown upside down. Mama come and pick you up."
Always. She comes first. Not politics.
The love of my life. My perfect angel. My heart is hers (shared with her sibs) and no one can ever ever ever weaken that bond. And I will never put her in harm's way.
So now, six and seven may look like homeschooling.
In the wake of a massacre, the babies being slaughtered and those who need to live with the horrific loss in their beautiful town were likely living by the Golden Rule.