Mother-Child Bond Makes Tragedy Incomprehensible
Byline: Denise Raleigh
There is a time that comes virtually every day that I cherish like no other.
I have four sons of varying sizes. With my youngest, it is still a daily ritual. With my oldest, who has grown taller than me, it doesn't happen in the same way anymore.
It's the time when the outside world goes away. It's the time when my child climbs up into my lap - sometimes literally, sometimes figuratively - and I hold him.
With my arms around him, and his head snuggled against me, it's a time when we are just son and mom. A lot of times we don't talk. We are just us - simple, strong, pure. He is my son. I am his mother.
As my sons grow older, the places where their heads lie on my shoulder changes, but we still fit perfectly.
There is a book titled "I'll Love You Forever" by Robert Munsch that tells the simple story of the love between a mother and her child. No one should miss having spent five minutes - maybe longer depending upon long pauses - reading it.
The story begins when the child is a baby. While the mother rocks her baby to sleep at night, she softly sings ...
"I'll love you forever,
I'll like you always,
As long as I'm living
My baby you'll be."
The child goes through the terrible twos and drives the mom crazy during the day. But at night, all is right with the world. The mother holds her toddler and sings, "I'll love you forever..."
As her son grows, the mother visits her sleeping child at night. As he sleeps, she cradles him, and sings softly, "I'll love you forever..."
The grown son marries and has a baby daughter of his own. …