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Friday, January 12, 2007

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I'm giving you a loving look,
every day I write the book



Not only has Ben Ownby been FOUND! ALIVE!, but another missing child along with him. My heart is turning cartwheels. Thanks to the anonymous commenter who let me know the search is off.

This is a photograph of me and my middle son, who I call the "stealth" kid. He has a rich inner life, and is prone to wandering off. Those of you who have been parents for more than a few years know the sick, frozen feeling of suddenly missing your child. I cannot imagine the hell of having it drag out into hours, days, months. I know that life will never be the same for these children and their families, but for now, their relief and joy must be overwhelming.

When my mom friends and I are on the playground and one of our babes wanders away behind a tree or something, we all drop what we are doing and fan out. The blogosphere is just a bigger playground. Thanks to everyone who interrupted their own fun and games to cup their hands around their mouths and start yelling.

I wonder if, in these past twenty-four hours, my own boys have noticed my eyes drinking them in a little more deeply, or the palm of my hand passing over their heads a little more slowly.

Back to the monkey bars.

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4 Comments:

Blogger Erika said...

That's wonderful news!

7:30 PM  
Blogger patsyrose said...

A child molestor should never, ever be set free again. I just wrote a blog about my own experience and have always believed these creatures are permanently mentally damaged and should be isolated for the rest of their lives. That is the only way to begin to protect our children.

7:05 AM  
Blogger bobbie said...

oh that is good news. thank you for the update.

now the healing begins... i wonder if some days they will wish that they have died. re-living through the nightmare of what they have experienced. dear god help them.

7:33 AM  
Anonymous Meredith said...

I find myself stroking my daughters face and smelling her sweet hair just a tad more when I hear news about other children that no Mother should endure.

(I have been assured btw that they no longer smell sweet when puberty hits)

7:13 AM  

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