I haven’t followed the story of the missing girl Caylee, but noticed a headline concerning it today. It noted that the girl’s mother initially wanted to give the child up for adoption, but she opted not to due to pressure from her family.

This doesn’t come to a huge surprise since it’s a pretty common occurrence for people to make life changing and altering decisions under pressure from the people who are within their immediate circle. I mean look how many people go through with a marriage just because they can’t get their deposit back or wouldn’t want to make 200 people figure out what else they can do on a Saturday.

I’m not sure how many children go missing in this country, but I know there’s a lot, and many of them aren’t missing due to the stranger living next door. If the case that the media is putting out there is accurate, then the odds are that this woman killed her daughter.

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When did I lose track of time? It had to be between the time I found out I was pregnant with and delivered my second child. I can’t remember when, exactly, but I know that I lost track of it! How do I know that I lost track? I do remember once upon a time when arriving early or on time was second nature for me. Now, I am lucky if I can remember when to get my children to bed.

Out of the blue, I thought to myself, “When did I lose time?” I can never seem to arrive on time anywhere, anymore. It was as if that component of my life simply vanished. Just driving to work the other day the question popped into my head. Why? I was on schedule to being late for work! The honest truth to when I can think of on time vanishing for me - after having my second child.

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I guess this post is sort of a spin off of Dannie’s last post that deals with your possible death as a parent.

For me, I don’t find the idea of dying so scary. I came very close to death when I was 23 yrs old and my youngest was 3. I was basically carried into the hospital when my appendix ruptured and I was possibly only a few days or weeks away from death because it had ruptured and the poisons had began to infect other organs.

Don’t get me wrong, it was a very scary experience and the most painful physical experience I’ve ever had, with three weeks in the hospital and three plus months of recovery. However there was some definite strength that I drew from it, as well as the knowledge of how easily death can come knocking. With that memory, I’m often reminded that had it not been for modern medicine, I would have died young and left a three-year-old child behind.

One of the things that I took from the whole experience was that I always want my children to be able to be okay and live on healthily & happily if something were to happen to me. I make sure that their father’s are fully capable of parenting on their own as well as having several other people in their lives whom they share dependency on besides me.

There are tons of ways to prepare children for the inevitable without scaring them and leaving them emotional scarred for life. It’s not only your death when they are young that can leave children handicapped, but some adults lack coping skills that hinder them for years after a parent passes. Understanding how you can make a big difference of how your children handle your death and whether they are prepared is a huge responsibility and in my opinion, part of being a good parent.

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The last two weeks have been a world-wind of flutter in my life. I have learned something as a daughter that has seriously taught me a huge life lesson that will help me be a better mother and parent. Being prepared. A simple statement, but not about being prepared for going to work, making dinner, or giving a bath. It is about being prepared for family tragedy. It is not a topic a parent wants to ever think about or discuss, but are you prepared to help your children have a successful life even if you may not be a part of it?

As parents we don’t want to imagine that we will not be here to see our children grow to adults, graduate college, marry, and expedience the miracle of their own children. We can see ourselves spoiling our grandchildren and then send them home to mom and dad. Unfortunately, not every parent will experience these milestones with their children. We see it everyday, children raised by family because parents have died.

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