A child deserves better

Published 7:09 pm Tuesday, August 26, 2008

I’ve been loosely following the situation surrounding Casey Anthony, the Florida woman who is all but accused of murdering her three-year-old daughter.

As the parent of a now-four-year-old, I can’t even imagine how the thought of murdering your child could even enter your mind.

Now, let me take this opportunity to be absolutely clear. Anthony is not charged with the murder of this child. She faces charges of child neglect, obstruction and making false statements to police. However, the fact that she’s been less than forthcoming with police, including not reporting the girl missing for more than a month after she supposedly disappeared, have prompted investigators to consider opening a murder investigation.

Children can be a challenge, especially at three years old. I can’t say I’ve never gotten frustrated because Lizzie wasn’t listening or she was talking back, but that comes with the territory. It’s my job as her father to teach her right from wrong and the proper way to behave.

I’ve enjoyed being a father from Day One. It’s not always been easy, but it’s always been fun. To think that I’m responsible for grooming a young child into a responsible adult is something I take very seriously, and the process along the way is an opportunity for she and I to both grow and mature as people.

The fact that anyone would allegedly murder a child is unfathomable to me. It’s just not something I can wrap my head around.

If Lizzie went missing, don’t think I would wait 30 days to call the police. I’d call them immediately from my cell phone as I covered the city streets while looking for my little girl.

If it comes to light that Ms. Anthony did, indeed, murder her child, she’ll be charged with the heinous crime of murder. However, all that little girl’s potential will go unfulfilled. That’s the real crime here. How a mother could take her own daughter out of this world – a world she didn’t ask to be born into in the first place — I just don’t understand.