Emotional for all the children

I used to watch true crime documentaries, but now I can’t even think about it since becoming a mother.

Even if the crime doesn’t involve children but an adult victim, I can’t help but think, “He/She was someone’s baby.” And my heart breaks.

And there’s a part of me now that gets enraged, truly enraged, when I think about someone harming a little one. Jesus, I can’t even type this out without crying. It’s so incredibly unfair that there are children out there who don’t know kindness, patience or unconditional love of their parents. Or children who suffer at the hand of a monster, or who disappear forever.

If I could only scoop them up…