When I was putting Autumn to bed last night after she’d fallen asleep with her head on my lap whilst watching The Many Adventures of Winnie The Pooh, like she does most nights, I couldn’t help thinking back over the day. My heart was full. We have such great friends, a great support system. Toddlers who are funny little friends to my little toddler. We live in a great place where they can play pretty freely. Echos of the happy squeals from throughout the day rang in my mind. The happy sounds I’ve waited years to hear filled my ears, the scenes filled my mind. My heart happy. Knowing there would be sound sleep last night because of the magic of the day. And that we’d get up and magic would happen again…
My instagram feed is full this morning of heartbreaking (is there a stronger word?!) news of the absolutely tragic accident that’s left a mothers arms empty, a fathers arms empty. Hearts shattered. I can’t fathom although my mind wanders to that pitch black, dark place and it hurts beyond anything I can even imagine.
In the spirit of helplessness and community, that we’re all a part of, the only outlet I’ve found in these situations is to create what I can and put it out there with hopes it will add to the comfort of knowing there are people who care. People who have never met but who care. Mother hearts that are broken for another.
This is my contribution.