“After the child disappeared, I would have been a basket case..”
When my youngest was about four, she took her sister’s ipod and buds (which she wasn’t suppose to do) and crawled under her bed to listen to music. I folded some towels, stirred the spaghetti sauce and called her. Nothing. I called her again. Nothing. I screamed her name. Nothing. Until I found her, it must have been five minutes at the most. The five, longest minutes in my life. The terror, the panic! I was running around the house like a chicken with its head cut off. How any “mother” could party on, get a tattoo, and ignore the fact her daughter is missing 31 days is beyond me. After five minutes, I was sick to my stomach and shaking like a leaf. If Casey Anthony is a good mother, then someone put me up for sainthood (/s).
Exactly. It may prove that no on on the jury knew what a good mother is! A very sad commentary, isn’t it?
Exactly. The fear that chills your heart when a little one is out of your sight for a moment in a public place... A mother who can party for a MONTH is not oncerned about her child. And probably knows she is not in trouble (but far past it).