Blah blah's don't lie.

I would love for someone to explain to me how to confidently send my kids off to school every morning, look them in the eye and tell them "You'll be fine, Baby!  You're gonna have a great day today.  I'll see you at 3 o'clock. . . "  and mean it.  This world, is seriously going crazy.. there is NO confidence in sending our kids to school anymore, and that sucks.
This whole "school shooting" craze is only just beginning.  I remember the Columbine tragedy like it was yesterday.  But it wasn't yesterday, it happened when I was still in college..  after that, it took a few years for the next psychopath to work up the nerve.... but now? Now, it's like a snow ball rolling down a hill .. it's growing, and gaining momentum.  With each event, the snowball gains more strength, more weight and confidence.. HOW.. how? How do we make ourselves feel ok to send our babies off to school?  I want to believe they're safe there..
But, for example, at my kid's school, the front door is open all day.  There's a security guard posted there.. unarmed... and from what I've witnessed, will pretty much let anyone walk through as long as they have a good line regarding a forgotten homework or lunchbox.
My babies are in bed next to me right now.  They started off the night in their own beds.. well, they started off snuggling together in big brother's top bunk... because they feel lonely when they're in their own separate bunks.  It's only a matter of minutes between the time I enter my bedroom, and I hear the first one scamper across the hall.  It's usually my first born to come to my room first.  But by dawn's early light, they are both snuggled up tight against any free part of my body that they can get in contact with.
Yeah, I lose a lot of valuable sleep this way.. and my parents cannot wrap their collective heads around why I let this continue.
Some nights, I'm annoyed, and wish that the visits could have waited another hour or so till I got comfy in bed and caught some real REM time.
All that said, I would not trade these snuggle hours for a  million bucks.  I have my babies here with me.  When I can feel their little bodies snuggled as close as they can possibly get, and I catch a rogue swat to the face, and kick to the gut, I know my babies are here, with me. Safe and sound.  Yeah, I have a few extra bruises here and there.. but they're just love marks. lol
I remember when I was in the third trimester with both boys.  I remember lamenting about the fact that pretty soon, they would be living in the outside world, and I would never again get to experience feeling their every move, and the conscious awareness of their life.. well, I guess this is my last hoorah.
In a few years, they wont be interested in snuggles, or hugs, or any of the above mentioned activities... but for now, I have that.  And so I'm banking these moments.  There is nothing so sweet.  Nothing so divine.. so close to what Heaven must feel like-- the feeling of having those we love most, right there with us... in heart and soul.
But back to my initial though:  Blah blah's dont lie...  I am so terrified of my boys inheriting the sociopath gene, or at the very least, inheriting the gene that makes lying through your teeth a second nature.  So, anytime I catch one of the boys in a lie (granted, the lies that a 3 or 5 year old are very innocent and age appropriate)  I correct them, and I say, "Blah blah's (enter our actual last name here.) don't lie." I want them to know it is so wrong to lie....
and yet, here I am at a conflict..  I want to tell them that they are safe at school, and that Mommy would NEVER send them somewhere that I didn't think was safe... but do I ?  every day, do I?