How Could A Mother Do That?

How on earth could a mother kill her own child? I'll never get used to it. Why on earth would you kill your own flesh and blood? Someone who relies and trusts you with her very life? I can't imagine such a thing. My children are so precious to me. So absolutely precous. When I look into their eyes, I feel such love and warmth; such a deep-rooted desire to protect my precious little gifts from God from all the bad things in this world. To kill your own child, you must be possessed by something evil.

I watch news reports on this happening, and it seems to increase every year. A mother cuts off her baby daughter's arms and legs, then calmly calls 911 to tell them her baby is dead because she cut off her limbs. Another mother drowns her 4 children, one by one, in the bathroom tub, while each crys and begs her not to, all the while unable to be successful in their frantic struggles to free themselves from her grasp. And then she as the nerve to blame it on God. Why do these crazy women do this? Say God told them to do it...as if! She said she was trying to save them from hell. Stupid women. I hope she rots in jail, just like the woman who butchered her baby girl. Another woman lets her car drive into a river/lake with her kids still buckled in, drowning them, all because her boyfriend didn't want her kids. So she chooses to drown them to save her relationship with her boyfriend. Sacrifices her kids for the relationship! Obsurd! Appauling! Outrageous!

And the list is endless, but those are the ones that stick in my head the most. And I don't wanna hear about people blaming it on post-partum depression. That's crap... I have a baby that drove me crazy for the first 4 weeks of her life due to acid reflux issues. She would cry for hours and hours and hours before she would go to sleep. But, as much as I may have been at my end, I could never have hurt her. I used to put her down and shake the living daylights out of a pillow or something, but never her. She's my baby. I carried her for 9 months in my body. I felt her grow and move. When she was born I counted her little fingers and little toes, and kissed her precious little baby-ness: those little cheeks, those little lips, that little button nose, and her hands and feet. God gave her to me. How could I harm her because my nerves were fried? Whenever we've had enough, there's always more we can take. It's a constant stretching of our patience. Kids work out our patience, so that we can handle more. If you couldn't handle children, why are you having them? If you were a responsible person, you would do what's best for the child and give them to someone who could care for them without resorting to the sort of violence that these women resorted to. There is NO justification for such an atrocity.

Sorry, I just had to vent. I could go on and on, but it's a morbid and disturbing subject. Hold your beloved children tighter this holiday, and pray for the safety of the children who were unfortunate enough to be born to women such as these.