As I was sitting on the floor next to the crib on the eve of Mother’s Day, watching my son struggle to breathe, I wondered how many millions of moms had been in that very spot before me. With me.
In how many homes, hospitals and bedrooms were we watching over our sick children?
I wondered how many silent prayers were being lifted up in the dark across the world at that very moment.
In a bedroom, next to the crib a mother was watching. Come, on. Breathe baby, breathe.
In a NICU a mother was praying. I’m here, just open your eyes.
In an ER a mother was worrying. This doesn’t look good. How much longer until we see the doctor?
At the scene of an accident a mother was crying. Don’t close your your eyes.
At a cemetery a mother was whispering. I will miss you forever.
In this amazing community of mothers we are blessed to share so much. So much heartache, so much joy, so much sorrow and so much love.
I may have been sitting there alone and worried, but I know I wasn’t.
Somewhere, there was a woman who had walked this path before me.