03-23-2003, 12:37 PM
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Originally posted by LadyMischief
Just came downstairs from checking on my children napping. I look at their angellic faces so peaceful and wonder what kind of world I've brought them into. I can't help but wonder what things will be like when they grow up. And my heart goes out to the little children in places like Iraq, and hell, all over the world who feel pain, suffering, hurt, hardship, because they don't understand why they are suffering. Us adults, us assholes, we know why we suffer, we are generally the authors of our own suffering. These kids, they don't understand the pain they feel. They suffer for the sins of the fathers, and although I know I can't stop it, facing it, thinking about it sure doesn't make me feel any better.
I can imagine how I, as a mother would feel, knowing I couldn't control the situation, couldn't make the suffering stop. Right now, in my cozy little "safe" home, I can reach out and keep my son from bumping his head, or my daughter from hurting her lip. Imagine not being able to protect.. the deepest and strongest instinct a mother can possibly feel. That sense of helplessness and sorrow is the reason I'm crying right now. I can't possibly imagine the despair I would feel if that was me. If those were my babies, the ones I carried under my heart, suffering, afraid, in pain.
Everyone is a mother, a father, a son,or a daughter to someone. That feeling doesn't change when your babies grow up.
Sorry about the rant, but I needed to get that off my chest, and, no, it doesn't pertain to anything. Flame away.
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