By SheelaR

My heart is breaking for Adrian Peterson’s son, who’s very young life was ended prematurely at the hands his mothers boyfriend. Nothing is more sad than the death of a child, any child. Every time I think about it I get a painful lump in my throat. 

Life isn’t fair but when you’re a child it should filled with endless possibilities for the future.  He’ll never experience kindergarten, puberty, play sports, have a first girlfriend, prom or anything related to the wonders of growing up. Social media is filled with opinions about the circumstances of his conception, short upbringing and death. He was only two, yet his young life and death has fired people up in outrage about his life. In the end none of it matters.  He’ll never know how much strangers cared about him in death. 

If we are to believe in what’s being reported, Adrian didn’t know or have any relationship to speak of with his young son and the mother apparently had more than one man in and out of the child’s’ life. A breeding ground for trouble.  It is what happens when we carelessly conceive children with people we barely know or whom we have no history or relationship with. It is what happens when we fail our children by putting ourselves first. 

I pray for this child’s mother. I cannot fathom how she must be feeling. The deep hurt of losing a child will stay with her forever.  Adrian Peterson, he’s seems to be doing just fine, he played football today.