Becoming a parent is more than a function of biology.
It is a function of love. It is a commitment to the well being of another person. It is countless sleepless nights, frightened tears, moments so euphoric you believe nothing will ever top them. It is a function of selflessness, of a willingness to step between the child and any bullet, train, car, plane that may threaten his/her safety.
Parenting is a job. It is a grind. It is exhausting, exasperating, heartbreaking.
Most of all, it is a privilege.
Or it should be.
God knows there are too many children born into this world not out of love, but out of unprotected sex. Born to people who have not clue one about being selfless. Miscreants whose maturity level matches their shoe size. Careless human beings who marginalize, neglect, take for granted, and fail to nurture the children in their lives.
I love my children. Beyond reason, beyond measure, oftentimes beyond sanity. There is nothing I would not do for them, no threat I would not face to keep them safe. Their happiness, their security, their dreams are paramount to me. Their every breath is how I breathe.
I simply cannot imagine being any other way.
That's why stories of child abuse not only break my heart, they make me see red. Blood red. As in the only thing I want to see are rivers of the abuser's blood draining the life from their worthless bodies.
Hell, I'm not that patient. I would gladly offer up my Dyson to more quickly suck the lifeflow from their worthless bodies.
You see, he and Jessica were boyfriend/girlfriend. She had a four month old daughter named Ashlynn.
Because she offered her tiny, trusting, helpless child up to Prince so that he could have sex with her. Text messages sent from her to him are disturbing even to seasoned, jaded police officers.
FOUR. MONTHS. OLD.
Of course, already having earned his sex offender credentials back in 2007, he jumped at the chance.
She died from her horrific injuries. I could list them here, but I won't. She was four months old, he is a fat pig of a man. You do the math.
They both sit in jail cells. Which is far more than they deserve.
They deserve pain. They deserve the brutality they dished out. They deserve the tortures of the Dark Ages. They do not deserve consideration, support, or even one more intake of oxygen.
You cannot fix something so broken. Something this wrong, this unfeeling, this callous, this indulgent, this reprehensible must simply be exterminated.
I am a parent. A REAL parent. And all I want is brutal, bloody, painful revenge.
Rest in peace, baby Ashlynn. I am so sorry this world let you down.