My Heart Breaks...

for the people of Haiti, especially the mothers.  I have been thinking about this a lot today.  Is a mother's love not universal?  Does a woman in Haiti not love her child any less or in a different way than I love my own child?  A  mother's love is not defined by location, culture, race, religion, socio-economic status or any other label.  The love that a mother feels for her child is the same here as it is in Haiti.  And my heart just breaks to a million pieces thinking about what mother's there must be going through.  I just imagine what it would be like to be scared, possibly hurt, wandering the streets with no place to go, no way to feed or care for my baby, no place for him to sleep.  Or worse, I imagine knowing my baby was trapped somewhere, possibly left for dead, and having no way to get to him.  I can not imagine the pain and agony these women must be feeling.

So as I sit here on my couch, watching tv and typing on my computer in the comfort of my home with a baby safe in his bed, I think of a woman a world away from where I am.  Wandering the streets in the dark with no where to lay her baby for the night and I know she feels no less than I would for my Perron.  And my heart breaks for her.  May God be with the people of Haiti.