As I sit here, looking at the gifts ‘Father Christmas’ has placed around the tree, while my daughter sleeps soundly upstairs, my thoughts drift to those that aren’t as blessed this Christmas.
Mothers that can’t hold their babies this Christmas, because they’re ill or no longer on this Earth, women that long to be mothers at all, mothers that wish they could love the babies they’ve been blessed with. Mothers that struggle every day, to provide love or food or shelter, who wish they could make this the Christmas their children deserve. Mothers that feel lost, unloved, frightened and alone. Mothers that are dreading their children waking up in the morning.
I’ll be checking in on Christmas Day. I’ll be responding to messages, emails and tweets. Please get in touch if you need anything, a listening ear, a virtual hug. I know how it feels to feel so alone and to be suffocated by others constant bloody Christmas cheer.
I’m praying that this Christmas brings each one of you some joy, that 2014 brings you hope for a better future. Please don’t feel alone, know that you’re in my heart.