I think perspective comes when you need it most.
Yesterday was not a good day.
But there are worse things.
Today I am sending all my love to Annie of Mummalove. I have talked about Annie before. I am besotted with her baby boy, the gorgeous Nicholas. But she has three beautiful sons, and her eldest, Sam, has just been diagnosed with leukaemia. Treatment has begun and you can read more about it here.
Then there is Kylie and her darling baby boy, Josh, who was born with a brain tumor. In his short life, Josh has endured more medical procedures than most will have in a lifetime. He is a strong little guy and I think he probably gets that from his mum. I am thinking of Kylie today, too.
Motherhood is an endless series of challenges. We cope as best we can. Our stories are different and they are the same.
I can only imagine what it must be like for Annie and Kylie as they care for their precious sons and put their faith in the professionals whose job it is to restore Sam and Josh to good health. But as a mother, I feel their pain with them. Reading their stories, I find my breath gets stuck somewhere in my chest. These stories do not belong to me but on some level, I internalise them. I am invested.
And so I hold Annie's hand and I hold Kylie's hand and maybe none of it means a damn thing but I am holding on anyway, in this village that has no physical walls but exists all the same.
We are all battling. The battles vary in size. They are all real. And I see the way we rally. I see the power in the collective sharing of our mothering hearts. I feel the strength of a thousand hands holding mine.
Sometimes some hands need to be squeezed a little tighter.
Thank you for always squeezing mine.