Sharing the load

I have never been in a more sensitive emotional state, not ever since I became a mother.

Since I had a child of my own, I grew more in touch with the emotions department. I could not bare hearing of the bad things that people do to babies and children nowadays, especially in my own country, as of late. Don’t mention watching videos of a child being tortured, I just won’t find a reason to watch it. Remember the toddler in China who got run over? I did not even bother to watch the video; I don’t know how people could watch it. It just hurts me inside.

I shed a tear whenever I read/hear about the trials and the tribulations of other moms, like having a special needs child, or having to take care of a child with a terminal illness/disease. It is almost like there is this invisible connection among us, some sort of a camaraderie that makes us pray and hold on to each other for support. There is this kind of a shared sentiment, that when one is hurt, the other feels it.

I salute these mothers for their perseverance and unconditional love; because I do not have the slightest idea how strong I could be if God is to test me with these kinds of trials.

Well, as the one watching we may have no idea how it feels like to them, but there is always a way to help. Anything. Even just a simple prayer.

I have one follower who just discovered that her child has autism.Click here to read her story. And send up a prayer for them too, if you will :)

"We ourselves feel that what we are doing is just a drop in the ocean. But the ocean would be less because of that missing drop" - Mother Theresa