I am not a mother, even though I wish I was. (Wouldn't my kids be the cutest things ever?!). I can't imagine the love between a mother and child from the mother's view. I can tell you that if my mother would pass away I probably wouldn't leave my bed for weeks. You'd never see me any where except home and church. Why? Because one is where my mother is all around me and the other is where I am safe and assured that families are forever. The closest thing to mother-esque love I have is for my four beautiful nieces and I cannot even fathom losing them or the pain I'd feel if I did.
Moving on... the writer of this blog lost her youngest son. She put him to bed as she would ever night, sang him a song, tucked him in, and waived good night. The next morning she awoke to realize he had passed in his sleep. Is that not the most awful thing you've heard? I feel like that is every mother's fear from the moment they realize they're pregnant. Despite not even having kids yet, that is my biggest fear right now. I cannot imagine the excruciating pain that entire family is going through. The little boy had three older siblings. How does a mother explain to a child that their baby brother is not going to come home?
I spent my night reading about this woman's strength. I cried my eyes out for her. I'll be praying for that family as well. This mother has shown me what true faith is. She knows that her son is with our Heavenly Father and it is just so amazing.
So, friends, read it. Send your condolences. Remember to love with your whole heart each and every moment because you don't know when you'll lose the opportunity.
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