It’s 5:30 a.m. and I am writing this posting while hurtling down the interstate to catch an early flight (it’s ok, I’m not driving.) I can count the hours of sleep I got last night on one hand, and I just had McDonald’s oatmeal for breakfast. You’d think that would be all I’d need for a good Whiny Wednesday, but no, I also have Casey Anthony on my mind.
If you’re tuning in from elsewhere in the world and haven’t been subjected to the media frenzy surrounding this case, you can catch up with the story here. Even though a jury found Ms. Anthony not guilty of the murder of her two-year old daughter Caylee, the court of public opinion decided long ago that Casey was responsible, somehow, for the little girl’s death.
Regardless of the trial’s outcome, no one can claim that Casey Anthony was a responsible mother. It saddens me to think of all the good and loving families Caylee could have been born into, and it makes me hopping mad to think that, at 25 years old, Casey Anthony will have ample opportunity for a second chance at motherhood and that, knowing how unfairly life works, she could be given another young life to care for.
My husband and I tried last January to adopt internationally. After starting the process (and paying a wad of $$$) we were disqualified by our agency on account of my medical history. As a last resort we’ve decided to give ARTs a try before moving on. I found it ironic that the Casey Anthony trial was playing live on tv in the waiting room of our REs office on that first visit. I nearly retched when I saw last week that she plans to have another child and wants to adopt. The maddening thing is she probably will find a way to do just that. It just really rubbed salt in a wound that is still very fresh.
cazzolafamily, I am so sorry to hear this happened to you. It makes me crazy when I hear of good people, willing to jump through hoops to adopt, only to be turned away for something like this. Sending hugs your way.
I will participate in the whine today. My whine is, I am sick, sick, SICK of hearing about Casey Anthony. She was found not guilty, surprisingly, but I am happy to accept whatever the jury decides, ANYTHING, just to get her out of my face. Here In ORLANDO, where I live, it’s ALL Casey, ALL the time. Even before the trial. The only silver lining is that she may move away from Central Florida, because she is such a pariah. I say, good riddance to bad rubbish. If I never hear her name again, it will be too soon.
Well, it negates any negative talk in my head that I wasn’t good enough to have a baby. It just doesn’t work that way. It is all a mystery that we just cannot understand. Why some people are given babies and others aren’t.
Mary said what I believe. Stories like this, in some sad way, reassure me that I wasn’t found wanting. People don’t get babies because they deserve them. We’re not undeserving. We just don’t have them.
Next time someone uses the line that a person’s infertility is “part of God’s plan” or “God’s will”, the appropriate response should be “So how did God plan Casey Anthony?”
And WHY would God plan Susan Smith? Argh!%&@#
Truly supports that there is no benevolent god.
I keep telling myself that there’s a reason I don’t have kids and that I just don’t know what that reason is yet, but someday it will reveal itself. Then I read these kinds of stories and realize I’m just telling myself this so I feel better. I’m happy in my delusion, though. 🙂