Mom was in a funk. Nothing crazy, but between physically being exhausted in general, and hearing about a mom that lost her baby recently, she just didn't feel like taking pictures or doing dictation for me.
The thing is, she doesn't even know this mom in person, just through friends, but it still hurts all the same.
Why? Because mom is a mom. From what she says, once you experience having your own baby, you have an instant connection with other parents...mothers specifically.
You know what it's like to lose sleep and be so exhausted you could literally snooze while taking a shower...
Or how you would do ANYTHING to keep your baby smiling those first few months...like making ridiculous faces or singing Batman songs over and over (here's looking at you Apu).
What it's like to feel so helpless when your child is sick or in pain, that you'd cut your own arm off if it would make things an ounce better...
Or that sinking feeling in your gut when hear another mom lost her baby...for whatever reason.
Every single mom is a reflection of every other mom. They may parent differently, but they unequivocally love the same.
Moms. They know. They have those fears...and many dads too, namely Apu...who once woke mom up in tears after having a sad dream about me.
...and although they try so desperately NOT to think those thoughts, they creep in now and again and pull the rug right from under you...because you know people who have had it pulled out from under them.
So mom decided she's going to extend herself a little more to other moms. Go our of her way to help a stroller up those pesky Budapest stairs, smile or reassure the sweaty mom on the 20-hour flight that she WILL survive, or just smile in general...even to judgey Hungarian nagymamas.
AND to remember she's lucky. Like, actually lucky. She has US after all!!
Completely crazy. Totally funny. And the absolute best thing that ever happened to her.
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