The love a mother has for her children, it cannot be measured that when she says, she’ll give up her life for them is honestly the truth. I think this love too overwhelms a woman, it grows beyond her own children, the feeling branches out, desiring to nourish and protect another bud, another sprout, another blossom. I wish every child is loved, treasured and protected…by why would a mother starve her children to death? a father abuse his daughter? pedophiles harm the purest people on earth, a breathing life in the womb, aborted! Innocents abandoned in the orphanage, in the streets, in slavery of kinds and degrees. It hurts. It can break a heart to see them, yet it can be wiser to just leave them there, giving time for them can only hamper one’s own plan, mess one’s own agenda, distract one’s own life. Perhaps, God’s presence is felt less nowadays, like He is not around, like He doesn’t see what’s happening to the works of His hands. I feel guilty in many ways.
I once visited an orphanage to do something I thought was good. A nun came to show me around until we reached a room where the toddlers were, I’ve never been shocked! The children started stretching out their arms to me, begging to carry them. I turned my back and hurriedly left the room. I never expected that, little children pleading for some warmth, for some motherly embrace and I cannot explain why I never did it, what harm can they do? but what have I done? harming them more wickedly by refusing to let them feel the smallest thing I could do for them. This scenario is everywhere, when a back is turned from these little ones who are in direst need of even the skimpiest one can give and when one grows up not knowing nor feeling a sense of acceptance, of belonging, and in sheerest wording, the beauty of love…it is most possible then, a little angel can grow into a Lucifer. Every child on my side, even those far from me but whom I can reach, is my responsibility and it is not just a mother’s responsibility but of everyone’s. After all, when Judgment Day comes, I cannot answer Father God what first brother Cain said, ‘Am I my brother’s keeper?’ Indeed, I am!