Kyron represents fear and vulnerability to me. Something about the possibility that I could take my kids to school one morning and go about my business all day - completely unaware that my children were not safe and sound at school but missing - without a trace, only discovering this fact hours later when they don't return from school.
The fear that despite all my protective vigilance over my kids - I may ultimately be helpless to keep them safe.
Respectfully snipped...This says how I feel...
My son is in 4th grade, when he was 5, the summer between Kinder and first grade, a little boy "Michael Rxxxx" used to call,
every day, all day, so polite, announcing his full name every time you answered the phone, then asking politely to talk to my son. So sweet, just to chat, I felt bad for him, was he home alone, did he call other kids? I didn't know anything about him, the phone ringing 20 times a day was certainly annoying. Bax said he didn't know him too well, and even got frustrated at him, telling him he talked too much, or that he didn't want to talk any more that day, but they talked every day, for the whole summer. It became a sweet memory, I wrote about it in his baby book.
School started again and the calls stopped, one day, not too long after school started, I saw a breaking news report about a little boy and girl that were murdered by their father in our city, they were picked up from preschool and elementary school early, signed out, not abducted. The father took them home and shot them both, then himself, I was riveted, to the TV, then the radio in the car as I picked up my children from school and received a notice, given to all of the parents. Little "Michael Rxxxxx" and his 4 year old sister were these children. It happened down the street from our school.
I felt like I couldn't breathe! How could this happen? How can we allow our children to be victimized, but how can we stop it? What will this Mother do who was going through a divorce, and she suddenly has NO CHILDREN, nothing to come home too? How the hell could a father do this? He was too cowardly to stay around and face the music for what he had done! The school felt awful, they cheerfully called for the children from class and smiled and waved as thier father took them home early! The children from his 1st grade class asked every day for a while if he was coming back, was he sick? Where was he?
We don't know what will happen every single day. But we can not keep our children in a little bubble! I think about this little boy, just like I think about Kyron, Caylee, Jon Benet, Madeline, Gabriel, and all of the others every day. I can't help it, I just do not understand why or how people can hurt children! I have always had a soft place in my heart for all abused children, but more so since I HAD children, because no matter how bad you feel, no matter how angry you are, how could you HURT THEM? That is something I just can not comprehend.
You see the parents, Kaine, Desiree, Tony sitting there, doing a press conference and I think wow, their lives have just stopped! How can you eat breakfast? How can you take a shower, curl your hair? Put gas in your car? Your child is MISSING! But what can they as parents do while they wait? It makes me feel like I can't breathe!
I just can't help myself but to become involved as hard as it is.