I don’t normally watch the news. It is far too depressing.
Today, I caught the headlines.
All of which sent shockwaves of terror through me.
A missing teenage girl, from Bristol, where my eldest daughter is in Uni has been (the police think) found. The first horror is that it is a body they have found. The second horror is that it is body parts that they have found. Wait, what?????? A 16 year old girl. Missing. Body parts found. It is unthinkable what has happened to her. I cried. I am crying now.
Becky Watts sister approached my eldest’s boyfriend and friends in the skate park asking if they had seen her. This is too close for comfort.
11 deaths of babies and one of a mother could have been prevented due to major failures at almost every level at a UK hospital. I cannot even think about this. I have four children.
I went into hospital for each birth.
Putting my trust and faith in the hands of the hospital and the maternity unit.
As thousands of mums do.
What went wrong? In this day and age, what went wrong?
Child abuse in Oxfordshire – males street grooming young girls. Girls going to the police station in appalling states, dismissed for being trouble.
I fear for my daughters and their innocence and trusting natures.
What is happening to our country?
What have I brought my children into?
Ok, these may be isolated stories,or are they? Every time I do catch the news, there is more of the same.
It terrifies me.
I live with my family in rural West Wales. My eldest has spread her wings. Not far (thank goodness) Bristol is less than 3 hours away. A lovely city. A friendly, safe city. Then I hear this morning’s news.
I phone my daughter. I have to hear her voice. I nearly break down when she answers.
My first born. My baby. Out there in a world of abusers and goodness knows what else.
My other daughter is still safely at home with me. For now.
Until she spreads her wings too.
I cannot worry.
The word is a fascinating, exciting place.
I want my daughters to fly. To see. To enjoy life.
I will stop watching the news.