Lately, I’ve been reflecting on some heavy topics, including the heartbreaking loss of my little one at 17 weeks gestation. In both my situation and the tragic incident involving Harambe, many mothers around the world shared a similar perspective: both were profound losses, not the result of negligence or lack of care. The pain of losing my baby girl was an unimaginable nightmare, not just the fading of a dream.
She wasn’t merely a possibility; she was my child. In the weeks leading up to the loss, I felt her gentle movements as she fought to stay with me. Her desire to live mirrored my own, and the feeling of helplessness was a mother’s worst fear. Regardless of our circumstances—sick, healthy, young, or old—our love for our children remains constant. During this difficult time, I found solace in the shared experiences of mothers who have endured similar heartache.
Yet, I must confess, I too have been quick to judge others’ parenting choices. Before I welcomed my first child, I was convinced I had all the answers. As a toddler screamed during a flight, I’d wonder aloud, “Where’s that child’s parent?” When a mother struggled to manage her new walker who was wreaking havoc in the grocery aisle, I’d question her discipline. I had strong opinions on breastfeeding and even believed that withholding food could magically create a gourmet palate in toddlers.
But then, life taught me a different lesson. I was overwhelmed by a love deeper than I ever imagined possible—a love that came with sleepless nights that felt like a form of torture. I was humbled by the round-the-clock demands of motherhood. Yet, nothing could surpass the realization that every mother loves her child in ways that words can’t capture. Whether through Gushers, TV time, formula, or the occasional glass of wine, that love remains unshakeable.
Now, I find myself unsure of many things about parenting that I once believed I understood. However, one truth stands clear: Until you bring home that first child, your self-proclaimed expertise only serves to frustrate the mothers who are already navigating this challenging journey.
For those who haven’t yet taken the plunge into the beautiful chaos of parenthood, know this: Once you embrace the joy and the worry that comes with it, you’ll understand why mothers feel the pain of loss so intensely. You’ll never again suggest that a grieving mother was spared from a lifetime of hardship. Instead, you’ll empathize with her as your heart aches alongside hers, recognizing that her loss resonates deeply within you too.
Before you take that leap into parenthood and place your heart in the care of your child, do all the mothers out there a favor: Please, just be quiet.
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In summary, motherhood is a journey filled with love and challenges that can’t truly be understood until experienced firsthand. The connection among mothers is profound, and empathy is key in this shared journey.