“We can’t restore our civilization with somebody else’s babies.” Steve King
I have grown.
I used to fear and pray for and love over only my own children. For so long, that was my measure of personal well-being, if my own babies were healthy and happy.
My world was small because I was so scared. And I was scared because my world was so small.
Once I saw it, I fought hard to spread my net of love and prayer farther than just my own babies. And when I did, when I reached out my hands in benediction for more than just my own, my world got bigger. I touched hands with other mamas, spreading their light of prayers and love outward over more than just their own too, and my babies got safer.
My babies are your babies are my babies.
There’s a responsibility here though. To feel the pain. To stand in solidarity with the mothers who have lost.
Who are losing.
Are fighting.
Hiding.
Fleeing.
Searching.
Grieving.
No matter their color, country or creed.
“There’s no such thing as other people’s children.” Hillary Clinton
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