Unimaginable Choice

Sunday, August 14, 2011

Last night was my first extended period away from Ezra, and by extended I mean 12 1/2 hours. Don't forget that 1/2 hour, it'd hardly be like to fail to include it. Of course it was for a good reason, my first wedding post-Ezra, for an amazing couple, Sarah and San. God certainly was being favorable to me in arranging my wedding schedule this year, from the two weddings I had while pregnant to getting back in the swing of things with the sweetest couple.

It was definitely hard to get out of the door. Isaac was being an absolute dear and calling out to me as I left "Goodbye mama! Have a great day mama! I'm gonna miss you mama! Love you mama!" and telling Tony that he wanted to watch me leave from the window, not to mention the sweet little kissable bundle that was Ezra. Once I got in the car though, I was able to turn my mind completely to the task of the day, delivering fabulous photos to Sarah and San. Thankfully, I had virtually a perfect day and only grew teary eyed once, when San danced with his mother.

The day was broken into three chunks of time for me, as I had to take three small breaks to allow for pumping. And as I pulled my equipment together to sit in the bathroom and pump for the last time of the day, I read an article that completely shook me.

It was this article regarding Somalia's famine.

It wasn't the news that "The United States estimates that more than 29,000 Somali children under age 5 have died in the famine in the last three months."

I'd heard that before and while it moved me, I've felt helpless in hearing that even while aid is short, that additionally hindering help are the Somali militants circumventing delivery to those most in need.

But this article shocked me with the choice that 100's of Somali parents may be experiencing, the decision to choose which children may potentially live or die.

To read that a 29 year old Somali mother with a one year old and 4 year old had to choose to leave her unconscious 4 year old son on the side of the road to ensure the survival of herself and her 1 year old is beyond my comprehension. He was alive. Unconscious, the most vulnerable that he could be, but alive and left to die, if not for a miracle. And this is happening, today, right now.

There was no cell phone to quickly call a relative, friend, policeman or ambulance. It was simply her and her two children, fighting for survival.

And here I sit a day after reading the article, an almost 28 year old mother of a 2 year old and 7 week old. One is nursing and the other napping, and my biggest complaints are that our air conditioning went out and that I have a to work outside of the home.



We are such a blessed nation. But it also goes beyond being blessed, there is just so much extravagance.

Tony and prayed for that mother and all the others who have found themselves in her position last night, but it didn't give me much peace.

My heart still has not recovered from imagining my Isaac being in the place of her deserted son or being unable to help that mother.

Acknowledging and being thankful for how blessed we are just doesn't seem to cut it either.


Anonymous said...

There is really nothing to say. It's unimaginable...something I don't even like to think about, but how can you not think about it when these people are LIVING it. Heartbreaking.

Linnea said...

It's just so terrible! Friends of mine are adopting from Ethiopia, and they recommended giving to World Vision here http://donate.worldvision.org/OA_HTML/xxwv2ibeCCtpItmDspRte.jsp?section=10339&item=1754360

My gift was little, but I hope it helped someone survive, and maybe gave someone the opportunity to know Jesus.

Jill said...

I could not imagine.

Thank God for all that we have and for those mothers and the decisions they are forced to make.

Erin said...

I've been thinking about this post since you wrote it. It is such a slap in the face with some much needed perspective. Sometimes all of the problems in the world are so overwhelming to me, I just shut them out completely and can't even think about them. Whenever I start feeling like that, I think of the Mother Teresa quote, "If you can't feed a hundred people, feed just one" - basically we all do what we're capable of to help - and even a little bit of money, food, prayer, can go a long way for one person.

Our North Shore Nest said...

Thank You for posting this....I needed to read it!


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