Tweeting and the sudden loss of a child

http://www.inquisitr.com/52731/mom-criticized-for-tweeting-sons-death/
http://blaugra.typepad.com/blaugra/2009/12/sadness-death-compassion-anger-twitter.html


A mom of a two year old is tweeting to her peeps. Then she notices her toddler is missing and goes looking for him. Unfortunetly she finds him, at the bottom of the pool. It is too late to save him.

This mom is one of my followers and I follow her on Twitter, and when she tweeted after the incident I knew she was looking for comfort from her friends, I cried for her and prayed,  instead  from others, she got hatred, rude remarks, judgmental attitudes.

Twitter is your usual crazy world, everyone knows what is best for you, even though thier lives may be in a mess. It is easy to see what the other person did wrong.

No it isn't.

This is a tragedy of hugh proportions. This mom not only has given up her husband to the Air Forces, she has now lost a child and must feel horribly alone. None of those who feel it necessary to berate here, can feel her pain. You have to belong to a special club for that. I belong to that club. It is called, The lost of a child.

The first thing she did was think, "If only I hadn't been on Twitter.."

Then thousands of people were only happy enough to reinforce her guilt and make her feel worse.

We always know what is best for someone else, we are a quick group to blame, to judge, it is too bad really, we are not quick to show love and compassion.

To show forgiveness.

Every child who has drown in a pool it is because a parent did not lock the gate, innocently turned her back for three seconds to answer the phone, turn off the water, chicken on another child do a million other things that intrude on our vigilance

I don't know what we can d about this, but making the mother feel worse isn't it.

I feel sorry for this mom, and I pray for her. Can you do the same?

Random Sunday

It's Sunday Morning in Charleston, The sun is as confused as I am some days. It can't decided if it is coming out or staying in. Everytime I think it has made up it's mind it goes behind a cloud and peeks out at me, laughing.  I need it to come out, I am short on the vitamin C and at one point I heard that the sun's rays cheer you up. That, the experts say, is why you always feel cheerful on a sunny day as opposed to feeling cheerful on a rainy day.

Me? I have to  always be difficult, I have the audacity to feel cheerful on both days. Shame on me. 

This is my first spring in Charleston. The air is clean after yesterdays rain, it was a magnificent  storm in old world terms. Wind. Rain. thunder. I could in my minds eyes see the ships off Sullivans island tossing in the waves. The kind of rain God uses to clean the air and start us over again. This morning you can feel the crispness in the air. My computer tells me the temp outside my door is 67 degrees,   Natasha  and I lay in her room this morning listening to the birds talking to each other, Tasha wondered about the babies were they warm enough? Where were they? The cat next door can't reach them? I assured hr that none of the about could happen, but not enough as she takes a run outside, forgetting to put on her clothes, after  her bath to see a blue jay sitting on the fence she glimpsed through the bathroom window she forget her clothes including her pull up to greet the birds. A situation I quickly corrected.

Headlines in the Charleston Post and Courier: Streaking Baby Stalks Blue Jay..film at 11

Just my luck, but luckily she limited her streaking experience to the back yard and hopefully since I am surrounded by retired folks and college kids, they were all either getting ready for church or sleeping it off from last night. So I am safe. I hope. If the county comes by I'll let you know. 

Charleston has more azaleas then any place I have ever seen, almost every yard I have seen has azaleas in them. Not to mention flower boxes, flower gardens at the old mansions and all schools, business and gas stations. My yard has it share, but I say something and smelled something this morning for the first time. When I was picking up my streaking baby, I noticed purple flower petals on my back steps, after depositing Tasha in the kitchen and putting on a diaper as  we are out of pull ups, I looked outside and saw...in the yard behind us...the most beautiful Lilac tree, yes tree not bush. The lilacs hung like grapes from the branches full and more importantly, fragrent. You could smell them. How long has it been really since you could really smell the flowers? It seems scents have gotten lost somewhere.  But these I could smell and a distance away. No wonder the birds were singing. 

Charleston. 

Charleston is an city in itself, as I look out my window at the wonder that is this city, and think about God's grace to us that we are even here. Not more then 6 months ago was a very different picture. One of us was in an abusive relationship trying to get to safety, one of us found themselves homeless and one of us was trying to hold everyone togther. 

Different world today. Everyone is on their feet, and standing. 

Thanks to God. 

I am not one to preach, and though everyone who reads my blog knows I am a card carrying born again Christian, I am not one to hammer it in. I do a lot of praying to myself and God.

The fact is that is not what this blog is. It is a testimony what He has done in our lives, and He has been great. 

We always have to end up explaining what we are when we say we are Christians. the first thing anyone says to me is Oh My Gosh! Jerry Falwell! Bigot! small minded. Nope. None of the above.

Well  I am not.  I follow a Man. I don't follow a church doctrine. I follow His word. I follow what HE tells me is right. 

I don't believe you can show Gods love with Hatred. I don't believe I can win hearts by being judgemental. 

He says He wants no one to perish. He gives us free will to make our own decisions. 

I am not going to harp on you about yours, (ask me my opinion and you get it so do it at your own risk, but it will be I promise Biblical) but push? No.

I have a lot of Non Christians who read my blog. they know what choices they have made. I am not out to change them or win them but simply let you know all of us aren't bad. Love of God is our primary focus. And yes, Jesus died for you to, it is your choice to do what you want bout that.  I'm praying

Now I promised no preaching and no preaching it is. 

It is now 72 in Charleston, SC I am going out to do yard work (yes, on Sunday it has to be done)

The sun has made up its mind to stay out and smile on us today. 

Tasha need to get out of the house and get some excerise and fresh air.(in her clothes this time) 

She just sat down next to me and said :" I'm Bored." Bored? at three?

nannhy, I need food. I neeeeed Pancakes. 

hmmm not a bad idea.

Pancakes it is.

All about Saturday.....

"Tasha climbed in my lap this afternoon and said quite petulantly, "Nanny, you are always on the com-puter, just always!"

 So put into my place by a three year old, I climbed off  the puter for a moment only to find out the reason she wanted me off was so she could get on, and watch Dora. 

"Please Nanny, Nick Jr? I want to, I NEEEEEEEd to watch Dora,:"

So I set up Dora for her and she had a ball sitting at the computer pretending to type and write "bogs"

At another time on this day, I was busily typing a note to a friend, and she asked me what I was doing. 

"Typing a note to my friend Barb," I told her.

"Where does Barb, live" She asked

"Actually, Seattle"  I replied, "She is a computer friend". 

"OK" Sang Tasha as she danced out of the room, and I resumed  typing, thinking conversation closed. Silly me,  Tasha came back a few minutes later with her shoes on, and started looking at the CPU trying to play with it. 

"Tasha what are you doing?"

" I am going to see -  atle to see your friend Barb in the com-puter, you can come". "Nanny how do we get in this little box,"

now how do i explain the great city of Seattle is not in the computer? 

I forget as do we all, that kids are literal. If I say some abstract, Natasha can't think inthe abstract to her it is literally reality.

So I explained to her that someday we really are going to Seattle   because my friend Barb is the first on my list I want to visit, While our second stop will be Kansas City Because Denise is my newest and second online friend whom I wish to meet. I want to see if both of these delightful ladies are as amusing and sincere as they seem online. I am sure they are. As far Barb, I wan to see her many shoes. I know she has hundreds. 

Anyway this was a long after noon for Tasha as she sat in my lap and helped me type and get my "osting" done and my "bog" All the time singing her ABC's and pretending, (Sometimes not pretending) to type the letters on the keyboard. A favorite pass time of hers. 

Kids are wonderful. When was the last time you thought of anything as black and white? We are always into the shades of gray. Things might be this way but, maybe not.  years of living have made us cynical and not trusting. 

yet this changes when we come online. We meet people, and make friends. We blog about personal  things in our lives, somethings we don't tell our pastors or friends in church we will Post to an online friend. Why? Because they are far and cannot tell or do they, because they really live inside this HP of mine and yours, do we feel safer with them?

Social networking ha gotten big, we all Twitter, FB,My space some of us, friendster and twitter friends. 

I am not telling how many applications I am on, I am just saying it is Barb's fault. 

And I do enjoy talking er uh, writing to everyone, I especially enjoy comments on my Blog hint hint..is that to bold? 

At the present time, Denise just came out and told me rather sadly that the new king sized bed she just brought for Tasha and her has been invaded. When they were in the queen size, Tasha took up most of it, now that they are in the king size...Tasha still takes up most of the bed and has evicted her mom.  I am going to offer mom some solace, and I am going to remind her she did the  same thing to me when she was three...

My mom was right when she told me: Just wait until you have children of your own, so I did and now so does Denise.

Revenge is sweet.

Do you suppose God planned it this way?