Is it murder?

So the chick, Andrea Yates, who killed all 5 of her children by drowning them in the bath tub was found not guilty by reason of insanity. This to me is a fucking joke. Who the hell gets away with MURDER! That is exactly what it is. She murder 5 innocent babies. I could give two shits less if she had Post Partum Depression or Phycois. There are plenty of woman that suffer from PPD that don't MURDER their children. If she really had Post Partum Phycois then why the hell didn't they keep her from her kids? If she had feelings to do something bad to her children why the hell didn't she seek professional help to protect her babies. I know that being a parent can be rough sometimes but there is no way I could ever do that to my babies. Could you imagine how scary it would be to walk into the bathroom to find all your siblings dead in the tub and your mom telling you to come to her so she could do the same thing to you? It is fucking sick. I personally am against the death penalty. I think that it is an easy way out. I think that she should be sitting in a cell rotting until the day she days, alone and miserable It pisses me off because this was such a big story and case that it will be used in other cases to get the same verdict. Which means there will be others who get away with MURDERING THEIR CHILDREN. As a parent it is our job to teach and PROTECT our children, not to harm them. Here are just a couple of things to think of next time you see or hear of a child being wronged Bitter are the tears of a child: Sweeten them. Deep are the thoughts of a child: Quiet them. Sharp is the grief of a child: Take it from him. Soft is the heart of a child: Do not harden it. - Pamela Glenconner "If we don't stand up for children, then we don't stand for much." - Marian Wright"

I wonder

As I sit here and look back on my life I wonder why the hell GOD let some of the things happen to me that did. I mean somethings cause so much pain and hurt that they will forever be with you. They change the way you look at things. The way you act towards others. It seems like no matter how much you say that you are over something or that it doesnt bother you any more it still comes back to huant you. At the same time I'm greatful for those things because they have made me who I am today. Without the pain and hurt I dont know who I'd be or where I'd be today. It is crazy, everything happens for a reason. I like to believe that GOD only gives you things that he knows you can handle. You may think you cant be he knows you can. I look back in my life and think of all the times I thought "I cant do this, there is no way in hell I'm going to make it through this" and every time I have made it. That helps me remember that I have been through hard times before and I can do it again.

laughter

My baby girl laughed for the first time today. This is a great milestone in navajo tradition, celebrated with food, family and blessings. It is very bitter sweet though. It is just one more thing that my husband has missed out on in her little life. He missed her first cry, her fisrt bath, her first smile, her fisrts bables and now her first laugh. It is also hard because we are so far away from family and tradition. Not everyone will understand the importantance of a baby's first laugh. It breaks my heart that my husband has missed so much. I know that he is doing duty, serving his country, but it has come at a great sacrfice. There is only so much you can film and take pictures of. I mean he will never be able to hold his daughter as a newborn or play with his son when he was 2. Those things are forever taken from him.

Little brother

So today I packed my kids into the truck and headed to the airpot, not to pick anyone up but to help someone feel important The first people off the plane were your regulars. They were mothers, fathers, aunts and uncles, friends and what not. They all had some one there to greet them. They second group off was a group of young men, 18-20 year olds. They had no one there to greet them. Some of them looked scared but they all held their heads high as they walked around looking for the USO building (there is a huge sign). They were part of the reason I was there but not exactly. My son, daughter and I stood waiting. Finally we saw him. My son yelled "uncle Joe". Joe was not here for a visit, he was here to join the rest of the young men walking around trying to find USO (luckly he could read the sign) My brother, who had just graduated high school a month ago, was on his way to becoming a Marine. He walked like the other men doing the same. He held his head high and had a sureness in his eyes. It was hard for him, people gave him a lot of crap for following his dreams. He left a lot behind. But you couldn't tell by looking at him. He was proud of what he was doing no matter what people said. He knew he was doing the right thing. It is funny, you see all these young men walking around in a strange place far from home (I'm sure some have never left home before) who look a little nervous and confused, but they all walk in a strong, proud manner. They walk with a purpose, a sense of belonging. I could tell the difference in my brother. The 12 weeks ahead of them is going to hell. Their futures so uncertain, where are they going to live, are they going to go to Iraq. There are so many questions. That doesnt seem to bother them though. They all look so proud to be doing this great and honorable service. When I huged my brother good bye I no longer saw him as my little brother but as a grown man with a purpose. I felt as though he was now the older one and I was the little sister looking up to him. It will be a proud day when he finally hears the words "you are now a Marine".