1.24 – You’d Care If It Was Yours

To be honest, I wasn’t sure what to talk about for this post. My mind has been enthralled by my baby for the upcoming NanoWrimo (yes, I just called my idea a baby. And my voice is wine – see last post – moving right along).

I picked up my son from his daycare, as I do every day after work. The TV was on and the news was playing at a little over a whisper. But I could hear what was being said. Baby Lisa.

If you’ve been living under a rock, Baby Lisa is an 11 month old baby girl missing in the Kansas City, Missouri area. It’s been just about four weeks since the little girl went missing after her mother shared drinks with another party, fell asleep and awoke to her husband coming home from work; baby Lisa was gone.

I’m gonna touch on a few points here so bear with me.

I’ve heard quite a few people say they were sick and tired of hearing about the missing girl. For many reasons. I really don’t care how you justify this thought – a child is a child. I’m sorry if you think the little girl is getting too much media coverage because she’s white. I could care less if she was snooki-tanned orange. No child should be forgotten. Is it a sad reality that children of other nationalities don’t get the same media coverage? Of course. Does that mean this precious child should be put aside to make things “fair.” Not even a little. So if you’re one of those people who just wishes they would stop talking about Baby Lisa: don’t worry, you’ll get your wish. Long before her disappearance is solved and some little girl, dead or alive will be lost to the world. I hope you sleep well tonight knowing that.

The parents of Baby Lisa are already in question. I’m not here to say whether I think they did it or not. I wasn’t there. Only Baby Lisa knows who took her and even then, I’m not so sure. But here’s something that does strike me. And maybe I have a very one sided opinion because I’m a mother but I’m going to be honest here – How the hell does a parent not know where their kid is? This is not an eighteen year old teen staying out way too late or a teen runaway. This is a baby! She didn’t steal the car keys and peel out of the driveway. She didn’t say, “you don’t clean my ass enough, I’m out of here.” She literally just vanished?

I’m not even remotely trying to be funny here, seriously, I’m that mom that starts driving and freaks because I’m so paranoid that I might have left my son standing outside of the car, only to look back and see him sitting in his car seat. I’m that mom that holds my sons hand continuously and when I don’t I’m walking backwards to watch his every move. I don’t drink when I am home alone with my son. (What happens if he had an accident? How would I get him to the ER if I’m sloshed)?

That mother is going to live with guilt for the rest of her days and nights. If she is innocent, just for allowing herself to be so unaware. Is that punishment enough? I don’t know. I don’t know a lot of things. But I will say, despite her pain, I’d probably slap the …. out of her for being stupid enough to get drunk while her baby slept. She deserves that much.

She called within a few hours of the disappearance. I’ll give her credit for that. Unlike a certain disgrace to the word motherhood, Casey Anthony. I’m only going to touch on that vile excuse for a human being by saying: she killed the girl. That’s my opinion. And I’m sticking to it. And if, by some odd chance she didn’t – she should be in jail for pure neglect. You DON’T wait 30 days to report your child missing. I don’t care what your daddy did to you as a child or what your second grade teacher told you or how many pimples you had in eighth grade. YOU DON’T WAIT THIRTY DAYS! END OF STORY.

So here’s the moral of the story: STOP KILLING YOUR CHILDREN! STOP LOSING YOUR CHILDREN! STOP NEGLECTING YOUR CHILDREN! STOP MAKING EXCUSES FOR BAD PARENTING! And stop complaining about the news covering these stories. These stories will continue to happen if we continue to turn the other cheek. There are millions of stories you DON’T hear about. Child pornography, human trafficking, sexual/physical/emotional abuse of children, the handicapped, animals, the elderly, women, men, boys, girls. In another country. In another state. In another city. In another town. In another neighborhood. In another house.
But you would want the world to care – if it was in your country. Your state. Your city. Your town. Your neighborhood. Your House.

2 comments on “1.24 – You’d Care If It Was Yours

  1. Though I have not been living under a rock, I was not aware of “Baby Lisa” but, as a father of 3, I do hope she is found safe soon.

    I’m also glad I stumbled on your blog. Keep in touch!

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