The Connection of Motherhood

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I try to keep living. To go through the motions. To be there for my kids. To run my errands and do my chores. School runs, laundry, homework, dinner… I’m going through the motions, but there is a constant ache in my heart. A guilt that follows me. We are safe, we are warm, we have a roof over our heads. We have clean water and food is plentiful. Things I have never taken for granted but, somehow now it seems wrong to have all this. I try not let the guilt hold me. I try to keep living. I will never forget. I will think of them every day. I will do whatever I can to support those in need. This week was a blur I couldn’t seem to write anything. Not my normal blog posts. It doesn’t seem right. I’ve said my blog is not a political blog. It’s about motherhood and the connection all mothers of the world have. I think as mothers we feel it the most now. Watching mothers with empty arms mourning the loss of their babies. Watching children so young losing their entire family. It’s too much to bare yet they are baring it with strong faith and brave hearts such as I’ve never seen.

So today, instead of posting as usual, I will dedicate this post to all the mothers with empty arms and all the babies without moms.