Sometimes I feel as though I need to stop reading and
listening to the news.
It turns my insides when I hear all of the horror stories
about children being abused, assaulted and neglected.
I get tears in my eyes thinking about how dependent
they are on the adults in their lives and how vulnerable
they are.
When I hear these stories, I picture Piper and I actually
get sick to my stomach. We want nothing more than to have
children, to love and nurture… and we can’t.
Yet there are monsters out there who have more than one, easily,
and certainly do not deserve to have those children.
I get so extremely bitter about my infertility…. give those babies
to me. I will love them and care for them and make sure
that no harm comes to them.
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De-lurking to say, I’m with you!!! It seems so…unfair, which I know is a childish term, but it’s the truth. I just squeeze and cuddle the one miracle I do have and feel a bear like sensation of protection rise up in me.
Pryaing for second miracles to come our way…and for the poor children who don’t have the kind of love they deserve.
Oh man, can I relate to that! I don’t show my emotions very easily, and I’m sure there are plenty of people in real life who think I don’t even HAVE alot of emotions, but when I read those stories, it’s all I can do to not burst into tears.