I am constantly amazed at the number of people who have children who shouldn't even own a dog. I am not saying I feel hatred for people who wind up being child abusers. I believe that somewhere in their own past, there must have been something that went wrong and messed up their brains and emotions and now, as adults, they simply have not learned the tools needed to treat or to sometimes even visualize children as human beings. The pain or hate or both that must be inside of a child abuser must be overpoweringly overwhelming.
Read this story. A 24 year old man was taking care of a three week old infant girl. He told police that the baby would not stop crying. Desperately needing her to be quiet, he said "he slammed her head down on his lap." He said that the baby's head either hit his knee or a table. The infant was treated at a hospital for a cracked skull and brain injuries. The man now faces 30 years in prison for felony battery of a child. This man had a history of domestic violence.
I can't even begin to go into all of the thoughts and questions that pop into my mind as I read that news report. A history of domestic violence? What in the world was he doing taking care of somebody's three week old baby? Where was the mom? What kind of a mom in her right mind would leave her infant in the care of a man with a history of domestic violence? Mom was probably just as messed up as he was and actually not in her right mind! So, the man hit the baby's head on his lap to make her stop crying? What was inside of this man that made it impossible for him to have common sympathy for such a small creature and cause him to turn to violence instead of cradling her and loving her until she stopped crying? Whatever was inside this man that caused him to use violence instead of patience has likely cost him anywhere up to 30 years of his life in prison. I don't know his past, but I bet there was abuse of one type or another in it.
God must look down on us messed up people and cry buckets of tears everyday. I crave to be able to something that would help stop the abuse of our future generation. The only thi
ng I can try to do is to take into my home even just one or two children who come from an abusive or neglectful home. Maybe, by example, I can show them love, instead of pain and hate. I don't know if I am cut out to be a foster mom who fosters many foster children, in fact I can probably say with certainty that I am not. But I have managed with my one foster daughter, A., and I now love her as if she were my own. But that did not come easy. If I take in another child, will it be any easier or will I find it even harder than A.? I know myself pretty well. I love children, but I was not sitting in the front row when God was passing out patience. But who knows, miracles do happen. Me and my husband do want to take in one more child. We'll see where that leads. If it is an infant, I know it will be easier for me, but harder for my husband. I guess we'll leave that in God's hands!
Read this story. A 24 year old man was taking care of a three week old infant girl. He told police that the baby would not stop crying. Desperately needing her to be quiet, he said "he slammed her head down on his lap." He said that the baby's head either hit his knee or a table. The infant was treated at a hospital for a cracked skull and brain injuries. The man now faces 30 years in prison for felony battery of a child. This man had a history of domestic violence.
I can't even begin to go into all of the thoughts and questions that pop into my mind as I read that news report. A history of domestic violence? What in the world was he doing taking care of somebody's three week old baby? Where was the mom? What kind of a mom in her right mind would leave her infant in the care of a man with a history of domestic violence? Mom was probably just as messed up as he was and actually not in her right mind! So, the man hit the baby's head on his lap to make her stop crying? What was inside of this man that made it impossible for him to have common sympathy for such a small creature and cause him to turn to violence instead of cradling her and loving her until she stopped crying? Whatever was inside this man that caused him to use violence instead of patience has likely cost him anywhere up to 30 years of his life in prison. I don't know his past, but I bet there was abuse of one type or another in it.
God must look down on us messed up people and cry buckets of tears everyday. I crave to be able to something that would help stop the abuse of our future generation. The only thi
ng I can try to do is to take into my home even just one or two children who come from an abusive or neglectful home. Maybe, by example, I can show them love, instead of pain and hate. I don't know if I am cut out to be a foster mom who fosters many foster children, in fact I can probably say with certainty that I am not. But I have managed with my one foster daughter, A., and I now love her as if she were my own. But that did not come easy. If I take in another child, will it be any easier or will I find it even harder than A.? I know myself pretty well. I love children, but I was not sitting in the front row when God was passing out patience. But who knows, miracles do happen. Me and my husband do want to take in one more child. We'll see where that leads. If it is an infant, I know it will be easier for me, but harder for my husband. I guess we'll leave that in God's hands!
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1 comments:
Foster care is never easy. All I can do is try to make one little life better at a time or two. I am not here to save the world. Nor am I here to adopt every child who comes into my home (alot of people think this, for some reason)
God has called our family to make a difference in the child's life until their forever family finds them, or they go home hopefully to a better mom & dad. (although we've only had 1 child ever go home in 5 yrs)
As far as the abuse goes...I never know what to think. Patience is not a huge virture to me either. I often wonder why these people don't just go lay the baby in the crib for awhile instead of doing something to harm or even kill them. Common sense, people, use it.
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