Remains of the Day

So I admit it.
Inadvertently, I got caught up in the Caylee Anthony story, and I sit in disgust and horrible disappointment as officials in Florida take 7-14 days to let DNA tests prove what gut instinct tells us, that the remains discovered by a meter reader near the Anthony home likely will be those of Baby Caylee.
There are so many of these type of stories anymore in the press, I suppose on some level I should be desensitized to it. Shouldn't we all?
But this is a particular sore spot for me at this juncture in my life.
I want a baby. I've been trying to get pregnant, at least now for a year, and then some here and there before that.
I've taken my temperature more times than I can count, struggling to stay awake each morning hoping that I don't choke on the thermometer if I do fall back asleep.
I've played mother to everyone in my life. I've mothered my friends; I've mothered my nieces and nephews; I mother children of friends; I mother the children across the street; when one of them falls from their bike, it's instinctive for me to rush to their side.
I mother the animals that are in my yard.
It's the Mother Instinct, and mothering is one of those precious "mysteries" in life that is so necessary to life.
My favorite Psalm has long been Psalm 139. You knit me together in my mother's womb...
No life is an accident, and when life is given to you, you should cherish that responsibility.
Besides my own struggle, I've watched so many other people around me struggle to get pregnant, good people who will provide wonderful homes to children.
It's one of life's greatest mysteries, why certain people can procreate. Dante, in trying to assuage me during our struggle, tries to find humor to make me laugh.
"Some animals procreate so easily because they're dumb. Maybe it's the same for people. Maybe it's the dumb people who are able to procreate so easily."
With this Caylee story, I know that there is a special place in hell for child murderers, especially when the person most likely is the very person who gave the child life in the first place.