I was asked to go to Unionville, MO to conduct a training on working with fathers in public child welfare.
Where is Unionville? Let me show you.
I left Kansas City as soon as The Boy's baseball game ended Sunday and drove to my mother's home. She watched my two children while I went on further North to my Aunt's home in Trenton, MO. Her home was 2/3 of the way to the training site.
It was wonderful to see my Aunt and cousin. Together, she and I watched the Jaycee Dugard story last night on TV. WOW! I shuffled through so many emotions watching that news edition. I am angry at Phillip Garrido. I am furious with his wife, Nancy Garrido. I am disappointed in the system that could have found her and saved her. (I might even be a little relieved it is not a public child welfare agency on the hot seat this time.) But most of all, I am amazed at Jaycee Dugard's resilience and strength. And her Momma, Terry, was amazing strength she has to never give up hope of seeing her daughter again.
I know if I had not been at my Aunt's home, I would not have watched this show. So, thank you Aunt Deloris!
Anyway, back to Unionville! After training all day, I drove all the way back to Kansas City. Nearly 160 miles of highway today. And not great highway. Most of it was two lane, stinks to be behind semi trucks and tractor driving.
UGH! I am exhausted and heading to bed. I just felt the need to check in with you all to let you know I am still alive!