Eyes Wide Shut

Recent events in the national newspaper has made me think how lucky I was growing up as a child, how my son is somewhat spoilt, but very well looked after, and how much love we have for him...but other's are not so lucky. The newspaper reports spanning the last few weeks has been about a little 17 month old boy named 'Baby P' from Haringey in London. Baby P (as he is named in the trial case) died from numerous injuries by his mother's boyfriend and a lodger over a year long period of time, injuries that you cannot in your life comprehend to inflict on a defenceless little boy. The social services, doctors, you name it failed this small boy in being able to save him from his monstrosity of a 'family' that he was born into. The story broke my heart in several places, I was choked reading the injuries he endured, and his plight has stayed with me to this day. It has sparked a major petition in the name of 'Baby P' to sack the people involved in his 'care'. I still fail to understand how so many people were witness to Baby P but failed to spot the signs - there were plenty. Moreover I cannot believe the 'mother' (although I don't think she deserves that title) could have let her boyfriend do what he did to her son and to live in the situation that they did. I dread to think how many other children are in the same situation as Baby P in this world, that lie undetected by society. Baby P has a name and now his 'legacy' will live on in many people's hearts here in England. His death will hopefully make a difference to other's in the future, but I very much doubt it. Baby P is now at peace. God rest his soul.