As I caught up on the situation in Japan, I felt a wave of compassion, fear and vulnerability. Natural disasters have always been troubling, and in the past few years, I feel that we have witnessed far more than ever before...hurricanes, tsunamis, floods...it can often feel as though the end is near. But now, as a mother, I find myself much more affected by this most recent natural disaster, not to mention the terrifying man-made nuclear disaster unfolding.
I hadn't prepared myself for this side of motherhood. I believe it is called vulnerability. The world can seem like such a scary place when you have an infant in your care. I will never forget the first walk I took when I got home from the hospital. I was wearing my little one, just a few days old, in a sling, and walking with my mom to our local library, four blocks away from home. It was the scariest walk of my life. Every passing car seamed to pose a threat- what if they lost control at the wheel and veered onto the sidewalk? The bus that churned out thick black smoke seemed like a horrible disaster- what if that smoke made its way into my baby's pure lungs? Every person that we passed was viewed with suspicion- what if they tried to snatch my baby from me?
My heart goes out to everyone in Japan... but especially the mothers. I can only imagine how painfully vulnerable they must feel as they try to keep their children safe.