There is a new side to me since losing Peyton. An angry, vociferous side that has lost any and all patience with parents who don't appreciate the gift that they have in their children. I am not proud of it, but it's there.
Yesterday, hubby and I were driving to the store on a very busy road near a large housing complex. As we neared a light, we passed a woman pushing a baby stroller down the road, with a cigarette in one hand, and her cellphone in the other. I wanted to jump out of the car, to smack her and scream "What the hell are you doing? Are you even paying attention!"
It may sound insignificant, and maybe my reaction would have been totally out of line, but really... if you are smoking with one hand and talking on the phone with the other while pushing a stroller down a very busy road... how well are you holding onto that stroller, and how much attention are you paying to your child? Does she not know how incredibly blessed she is to even have the opportunity to push a full stroller?
Scenes like that of this woman, stories I hear on the news nightly of people neglecting and not appreciating their children... they just make me wonder where the justice is? This community is full of so many women who want nothing more than to have our babies back, to love and nurture and appreciate them. We wouldn't be perfect, no mother is, but I am sure that if we were walking among speeding cars, we would be holding tight to those strollers.