American Idol last night (in spite of the creepy Elvis moment) was incredibly moving. Two hours of helping kids who suffer from extreme poverty and the results of it. I cried the whole time, seriously. Sitting there in my 700 square foot house feeling like it was a palace after watching one story about 14 kids in a one room house; my house with a furnace and my kids with their own room and blankets and a bathroom and 18 choices of what to have for breakfast in the morning. And when it was almost over the contestants were singing a finale and Hannah wanted picked up, so I picked her up and kinda boogied as the show ended, and as she snuggled into me I said "We're so blessed, aren't we baby?" And my sweet spirited 6-year-old says, "Yeah, but it doesn't seem fair to the Africans."
That child won't be mine for long. She's destined to save the world, whether she quits high school at 16 and joins the peace corps to save people or whether she goes to Harvard med school and makes a million dollars to then go save people. She has SUCH empathy and sensitivity for her age...unbelievably so. I've known since she was a baby she would leave me...even though she's been a mommy's girl while she's been little...but I know she has a destiny that 's not in Valpo. Bittersweet to say the least!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
