Apologies, readers, for not posting here as often lately. I’ve been on the road, traveling, eating in one of the greatest food cities in the country, and living for the first time in what has felt like a long while.
Anyway, I came across a sad story out of my old town. Maybe it’s because it happened right down the street from where I used to work or maybe it’s because I have a little boy almost the same age, but this absolutely broke my heart. I am sensitive enough when I hear about cruelty to small children to the point I become physically ill. So instead of turning catatonic and retreating into a shell to hide away from the awfulness of the world, hopefully by sharing, this baby boy can have the celebration of his brief life that he deserves. If you are able to help in anyway I know the family would appreciate it.
I wish there was more I could do to save children from being violently abused. I may not yet know what I want to be when I grow up, but for now, I think I’m doing a good job as a Mother. If nothing career wise comes around in the near future, I’ve given some thought to foster parenting. It would be a lot to take on, but perhaps a way I could help keep a child safe. Thanks, all!