Brilliant writer and completely gorgeous person, Emily, over at Maternal Tales posted something today that made me cry. It wasn’t anything new, in fact it’s something we’re all so familiar with, especially in the UK, that it makes it almost too easy to push from our minds. But a reminder every now and the can only be a good thing.
As I watch my two little monkeys, both pretty much recovered from our bought of sickness, I can’t help but think that even though this morning I believed I had been through four nights of sheer hell, really it was nothing. The exhaustion of single handedly nursing myself and two small girls through vomit, nausea and unpleasant bottom emissions could never be described as hell because I knew that in a few days, perhaps a week at the most it would be over. Washing would be caught up with, smiles would return and life would continue as it had.
The McCanns have had more than two years of true hell.
I read in the news yesterday that the twins want to “fight” the person who took their sister. It damn near broke my heart as my two are also fiercely protective of each other, even if sometimes they want to twist each others heads off and feed them to the gerbils.
We can only hope that at some point the ‘not knowing’ will end for the McCanns, but even then, the ‘knowing’ must also be a thing to fear. Life can never be as it was for them.
As Emily says, there are many reasons why people blog, but making a difference, even in a small way, with a comment, an email, or spreading a message is one of the best things we can do.
I hope this side of it continues.
I really think it will.
Now go hug your kids.
November 5th, 2009 at 10:09 am
“Now go hug your kids.”
Yes, even when they are infuriating or haven’t done their homework or their bedroom is a mess or whatever, at least they are there. With you. The poor McCanns must have this dreadful ache in their hearts every day. Every minute of the day. Even if she’s alive and comes back one day things will never be the same. Their situation is every parent’s nightmare.
Every day when my son and daughter walk through the door after school I experience a mental sigh of relief.
November 5th, 2009 at 11:12 am
R5 is only a month younger than Madeleine and I cannot imagine how I would feel in the McCanns’ shoes. Like everyone I’m hoping for a happy ending for them. (Glad to hear you’re all on the mend).
November 5th, 2009 at 1:19 pm
Glad you are feeling better!!! And yes, sad, sad, sad about that little girl…
November 5th, 2009 at 1:27 pm
Jusdt doesn’t even bear thinking about really (except we must). Those poor, poor people.
November 5th, 2009 at 1:43 pm
Oh honey – thanks for the mention. I was surprised it made me cry – but it truly did. I blubbed like a goodun!! It’s just the hideous thought that it could be you, your little one. And same as you, my two are so protective of each other. If I ever tell one of them off, they run straight to the other one for a cuddle. To have that taken away would be unbearable. It doesn’t mean that your 4 days of hideous yuckiness weren’t hell as well though – ill children are the worst – it’s just a different kind of hell. But yes ‘go and hug your kids’ should never be forgotten (even if they bite you or kick you – am having ‘issues’ with Edie at the moment)!!! xxxxx
November 5th, 2009 at 2:01 pm
It is all beyond words really, yet you put it so well, Jo.
November 5th, 2009 at 2:59 pm
Well said, Jo xx
November 5th, 2009 at 4:18 pm
Just cried watching the police dvd about Madelaine, posted by Potty Mummy. I have spent a long week feeling ill and looking after the children, while my husband is away. I even put my eight year old son to bed nearly an hour early one night, as I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer. It was only 8 o clock! This is a sobering reminder of how lucky I am to be in that position. To have both of them here, safe and sound. Oh and have just heard husband’s taxi arriving from the airport!!
November 5th, 2009 at 4:42 pm
oh the tears it brings. I do hope someone speaks up. What a horrific thing.