I stumbled upon a very sad blog the other day.
It left me feeling very troubled.
And I went home and looked at my beautiful little four, soon to be five, year old, and wondered how a person can hurt one so small. Who looks at you with all the unconditional love in the world.
How can a parent look at their own flesh and blood with anything but adoration?
How can they blame their life's troubles on this wee soul?
How awful is it that a little person can feel the weight of abuse and neglect on their narrow, slight little shoulders?
And feel it deep into their bones.
And have a heavy little heart.
And it brings home to me, someone who was so fortunate in the parents department, that there are children out there suffering. Suffering at the hands of the very people who are supposed to love them and adore them.
Abuse toward those who cannot protect themselves makes me sick to my stomach.
A man was sentenced to 30 days for dragging the family pet behind the car and killing her. His story? Euthanasia gone wrong. Huh? Seriously, you idiot?
The stories recently of a child's remains being found. Another who has "disappeared", but her blood was found in the mother's vehicle.
Nursing homes neglecting, stealing from, and roughing up the the seniors, with thin skin and brittle, fragile bones, whose children have put them there in good faith that they will be cared for.
Shouldn't human and humanity go hand in hand?
Take some time to remember those who are suffering this Christmas.
Reach out where you can.
Because, oh so sadly, it is.