Sometimes I wonder if there’s anything else we can do to help. I’m heartbroken by all the images and coverage on TV on the Japan quake and tsunami, but all I can do is cry, feel sorry and pray. If we have spare change I’d donate them all in a heartbeat; if I could travel I’d go there now and help look for the dearly missed. For all of us watching from our TVs halfway across the world, is praying enough? Not that I doubt the power of prayers…but sometimes you just wanna do more…
We all got problems, for example the toddler who refuses to finish his dinner unless there’s hockey on TV, or refuse to go to bed until he’s finish his bedtime story of the entire family playing hockey with barn animals. But compared to mothers with child still missing after the quake and/or tsunami, at least I can hug my tart, rock him to sleep, and kiss his forehead just before I put him back in his crib with his Teddy bear gang…my problems are very ridiculously silly.
As a mother, I can’t imagine what it’d be like to watch my child get washed away…while I get rescued only to learn that my child is still missing…maybe she’s still floating in the city, or maybe she’s already gone…the pain of not knowing, of hopelessness and the fear of the worse. No mother deserves such pain and fear.
I can’t fly to Japan to help them, so maybe all I can do is pray for all the mothers in Japan, for strength to continue to hope for the best, and the strength to accept…and live on. From a mother to another mother.
