Sitting here in Atlanta, as we await the verdict in the Casey Anthony case. It is coming. Let us not forget who this trial is all about – not Casey; but Caylee. Let us focus on that sweet child.
For one thing she would be looking forward to her sixth birthday on August 9th. Six year old little girls can get quite excited about their birthdays. By that time they have had five birthdays under the their belt and they know what it is all about; and know just how to go about getting what they want.
Would it have been Cinderella this year? Or Snow White? Would she be begging her mother to get her ears pierced?
Or would the Anthony family be planning a great big surprise by taking her somewhere special – Disney World or to one of those make your own teddy bear places. How many little friends would she invite and how much would she have already learned in school? For sure she would have had a birthday cake with six candles. So sad to think that three of those candles have already been blown out.
By now she would have finished Pre-K and Kindergarten and looking forward to first grade. She would be able to write her name and read a number of words from simple books. Remember the video of her sitting at the table pulling on her top knot pony tail – was it too tight? She had feelings and could experience pain, joy, and laughter. She was attempting to read from her book and with so much animation.
She could pour herself a glass of milk, and perhaps even make herself a peanut butter sandwich. Would she be exhibiting a bent toward music, dance, or art? No doubt there would be many of her drawings tacked up all around the house. Would she one day have grown up to be an Olympic swimmer?
Would she be saying her prayers each night asking God to bless her Mommy, Granddaddy and Grandmother? And what about Uncle Lee? Would they be big buddies? Would she have a loving Daddy by this time? It could have been possible.
She would be interested in things around her and asking a million questions. Why is the sky blue? Why do ants sting when they bite? Or would she be asking where is my Mommy?
Would she be attending Sunday School, dance classes, or singing it the little school chorus?
She may be learning to tie her shoes or perhaps she may have already conquered that task? She could certainly be dressing herself with a little help of matching up. She would be beginning to notice herself in the mirror; and she would begin forming opinions about herself and life… learning from those around her. She was a happy little girl at age three. Would she have been at age six?
Would the lying nature her dysfunctional family already be affecting her life? Would she grow up following in their footsteps? Could even worse harm have come to her as she grew older and was exposed to so many different boyfriends, partying, alcohol, and drugs? There are worse things than death.
The world was blessed to have this beautiful baby; even if it was for only three short years. She was truly a special little flower – a little rose budded on earth to bloom in heaven.
We can ask ourselves a thousand times over why she did not live to celebrate her 6th birthday. We can ask until the cows come home and on this earth we will never understand why she didn’t.
Many young children die from accidents and disease and the parents grieve. But they can remember them dressed like angels and buried properly; and can have a place to go back to for placing toys, balloons, and flowers at their final resting place.
The Anthonys will have no such memory place except every time they pass those woods, they will be reminded that was her grave.
They will forever remember where she was buried; even if they never know why. They will forever wonder if she was abused in any way before she died; and at whose hands? They will forever remember viewing her skeleton remains. Pray that they will one day be able to come to have peace knowing that she is not gone; just gone before.
A horrible thought was raised on TV this week when an attorney said that chloroform was used on both women and children for reasons of sex and porn. It was used to avoid combating with the victim; and so that they could not remember what had happened to them.
We could ask questions of why hundreds (and maybe thousands) of little boys and girls who were given life; only to have it snatched away by some cruel person or persons. We need only to pick up the newspaper, turn the TV on, or read the headlines on our computer to see this daily occurrence of kids missing, abused, and killed. Why? Selfishness!
There are so many couples who would do anything to have a child. We can ask ourselves why God would allow those who don’t want children to have them when others can’t? That is the mystery of reproduction and science; but it is also a question of why there are those who give little thought to the process by which God ordained that children should be born.
God’s plan was for them to be born to a mother and father who loves and adores them, who would lay down their lives for them, and who would stand in the path of anything that might harm them. I will never forget the time when my husband squatted down and braced himself between the stroller of our little granddaughter to face an oncoming attack from a dog. He was prepared to take on that dog rather than let it get to her.
We will never know all the answers of the universe, or even those questions asked within our own family circle. Those who care can’t understand why there are those who do not care. There is a great chasm between these.
God created the world and all that is in it. He created man, woman, and child. He created them to be forever connected one to each other. A child can never have but one biological mother and father. They are linked forever by DNA. But God intended that they be forever linked together by love.
But sin crept into the world through selfishness and today that is the root of dysfunctional families.
America was inhabited with natives to this country who lived in tribes. They lived in family units and had a form of government and social life. Their offspring were important to them as were their ancestors. They depended on each other for survival. Each one, (man, woman, and child), had their place and responsibilities. A very wise man once said, “The wars will cease when people learn to love their children more than they hate their enemies.”
Then the foreigners came to America with their large families, they built small homes, plowed the earth for food, they all worked together for survival.
God blessed the land and made it more and more abundant as families looked to God for their sustenance and their ultimate survival. Children were a blessing. The more children people had the more they were blessed. That would change.
America progressed and began to think of things as more desirable than the welfare of the children. People had fewer and fewer children in order to have more things. Eventually mothers left the home to get work so that they could have more things. People pulled away from God and His commandments and they began to have children out of wedlock and many times the children were considered to be a burden or a nuisance rather than a blessing.
The government desired and eventually took over the training and teaching of the children; and the family and church became complacent. They drifted more and more into allowing the schools and society to be the ones to teach and care for their children. Many began raising themselves on the streets; some joining gangs in order to have a family.
The children were taught here is no God, no right, no wrong and no absolutes. No heaven and no hell; and then all of that generation grew up and produced another generation with less knowledge than the one before. Family life became insignificant in comparison to entertainment, gadgets, time consuming electronics, games, and diversions away from the family. Schools no longer focus on family but the economy. Most schools do not have home economics classes; or woodshop and other classes that promote skills rather than just knowledge.
More stress was created on the family by over-indulging in food, things, entertainment, and children took the backseat. While there was a time when a boy worked alongside his father, a daughter her mother, and they spent the majority of the day together. Today it is estimated that a father spends less than 20 minutes a day with his children. Children once thought to be the prize flowers in the family garden were overcome by the weeds of lies, deceit, abuse, and neglect.
Then one day up popped a generation of kids who were undisciplined, left on their own to fend for themselves. The family began to fracture; just a little crack here and there and then the huge fissures began to break it apart.
Mothers and fathers looked to others to bring excitement into their lives and have turned their backs on their spouses and children. Careers became more important than family. The other woman or the other man became more important than the children. ‘Oh, children adapt,” was the mantra.
Partying, alcohol, drugs, wild music and irresponsible casual sex produced unwanted children who were just barely tolerated; considered excess baggage. Children became less and less valuable to the family and were just in the way of the “beautiful” life. Parents put their own selfish lifestyles over the needs of their children.
The result: Couples no longer wanted to be bound by matrimony – they wanted the sexual side of a relationship between a man and a woman; but not the responsibility. Dead beat dads began to grow up like stalks of wheat in the field.
That brings us full circle to how little children are abused physically, sexually, mentally, and socially. Sometimes by their own parents, or others that parents allowed them to be associated with; producing dire results. Some go hungry; some are clothed inadequately, while others are lavished with meaningless things when they mostly want to be loved. Some parents, still desiring their own youth, choose to be chums and/or “friends” with their children rather than parenting them.
The remedy: Realizing that each person created is a special individual created in the image of God for a plan and purpose. Children are not objects to be played with like a toy; and then cast aside. That they should be born into a whole family that will love and care for them.
We will never fully know the purpose for little Caylee’s short life, or how she may have suffered in her death.
But we can stop this from happening to other children all across this country by turning our hearts and minds back to the Creator by seeking His face, living by His principles and precepts – choosing not to marry and have children if that is the desire; but making sure that each child has the advantage of a mother and father and a home shared together. Parents loving each other, putting each other first, make for a happy life for a child; and by not letting careers, friends, or other pursuits take precedence over the children. Children should be loved, cared for, and disciplined. Plying them with stuff does not a happy family make even if some parents think it will ease their consciences for lack in other areas. An oxymoron: Some parents work to buy designer shoes and clothes for their kids while they are roaming the streets without protection or care.
So called experts can espouse many reasons why the family is at risk; and why the family is failing; but there is only one main reason. Selfishness!
Too many are grasping for personal gratification rather than considering these innocent, precious little angels that God only loans us for a short while. He only entrust us with them until they reach the age of accountability; and then if raised right, they in will be good parents. If not?????
There are many reasons why families fall apart; but the root cause is still selfishness and false pride.
Caylee Marie Anthony was born on August 9, 2005, in Orlando, Florida. She lived only two years and ten months. Perhaps her memory can be our catalyst for changing our families as we realize that her life ended because of selfishness, lies, and deceit.
Perhaps her death will remind us of the important things of life. She did not ask to be brought into this world; and she was here for such a short time; but if her life can mean anything, it should be a warning to all parents to be steadfast in raising their children. This child seemed to have everything the world could offer; and yet she died with the clothes on her back, a little Winnie the Pooh blanket and a paper heart shaped sticker.