When can we stop worrying about our kids?

‘Cita called me last night to tell me the breaking news in the Christie Wilson case. They found a plastic bag with ‘bondage’ stuff in there. They also found hair on it, and it’s being tested to see if it matches Christie Wilson.

This is huge.

I got an email from Christie Wilson’s aunt last week. She thanked us for putting up the information and for all our prayers. It just somehow doesn’t feel like enough.

Searching the internet for any information I might have missed, I found a website on missing and abducted children. Stories of people searching for a 14 year old girl in fields. Stories of a 4 year old girl missing from her home. Stories of a 8 year missing…and then Christies; a 27 year old missing and her mother is out there every weekend looking for her daughter, on the news pleading for information and help.

I thought once we got out of the fear of SIDS that I would be okay. Then the fear of them being taken when they were little and wouldn’t know how to scream for help. Then the fear of them playing at the park and being taken. I figured now that Kara is older it won’t be so bad…but now she’s the prime target age. Christie Wilson is 27 years old…and she was abducted.

When do I get to stop worrying?

I don’t. Anyone who has kids doesn’t get to stop thinking, ‘what if’.

That thought of my child missing scares the living shit out of me. I am filled with bone chilling fear and anger at the same time. I want to grab my kids and never let them out of my site and yell, “They are mine! and if you even try…I will KILL YOU WITH MY HANDS!”
I get that knot in my throat even thinking about having to get up every morning knowing that one of my kids isn’t here…

and this is reality for Christie Wilson’s mother…and too many other parents out there.