Stacy Ann Peterson

So much has already been written about Stacy Peterson. I am not going to try to debate any issues about her or her disappearance. I will only attempt to honor her through her role as a mother.

Stacy was a very young mother to 2 adopted boys, Kristopher and Thomas Peterson. Their own mother, Kathleen Savio had been found dead in her bathtub, and Stacy adopted the two boys when she married their father, Drew Peterson.

Stacy and Drew went on to have 2 more children, Anthony and Lacy. In pictures you can see the love oozing from Stacy for all of these children and you get the feeling that she took her role as mother seriously.

Stacy had so much to deal with at such a young age. Years earlier her own mother, Christie Cales, went missing and to this date has never been found. Stacy then took on the role of protector of her younger brother and sister. She suffered another loss when an older sister, Tina, died of cancer. Much has been speculated about her mental state at the time of her disappearance, but also much has been stated about the fact that she would never leave these children and abandon her role as mother.

What are these children dealing with? The two older boys have now lost 2 mothers. They must feel abandoned and hurt by this, despite what has been said. The 2 younger children probably just had a chance to learn about how important a mother’s love can be. All of these children have to be suffering and that alone would pull at the heartstrings of any mother.

Although it is said that Drew Peterson has taken on the role of “Mr. Mom”, how can that replace a mother’s love. It never can, it is not possible. A mother’s heart knows when her child is hurting or happy like no other, it is a strange intuition we are blessed, or cursed, with at the birth of our children. I would speculate that if Stacy Peterson has run off somewhere, the tug on her heart would have brought her back to her children by now. They love her and miss her and need her, and she knows that, whether she is still in this world or not.

I miss thee, my Mother! Thy image is still
The deepest impressed on my heart.
~Eliza Cook