The Mothers

I know that I do not know how it can possibly feel to be a mother. I know that anyone who hasn't birthed a living breathing tiny little human can not ever begin to understand the overwhelming feeling of what motherhood feels like or what it entails. 

Never experiencing true motherly love myself , I assume that doesn't help my understanding on the matter. 

When the war broke out on Oct 7th. My mind was forced open. 

Broken mothers, in front of my face. Not one, but so so so many, and as the days went by we learned how categories there were for these mothers, ones we never dreamt we would need. 

Mothers grief stricken, with the empty body that was once their child, a body to bury. 

Mothers who were taken hostage with their children. 

Mothers who were taken hostage with the agonizing pain of not knowing what happened to their children, not knowing if they were living and if so under what conditions. 

Mothers desperately waiting to hear anything at all. 

As the days settled, some mothers got the relief of finding their children alive. 

Since then, not a mother in this country has been able to sleep. 

Mothers of our unbelievably strong soldiers who go out to fight. 

Mothers whose children have been taken hostage, and know their children are stuck in an unimaginable reality of pure suffering. 

Mothers who know their children have already been murdered but don't have a body to bury. 

The mothers who still today don't know, Don't know if their child is alive, mothers still fighting just to know something, anything about their children. 

Mothers. 

The most powerful force I have ever witnessed. A strength I've never seen in my life. 

Mothers don't give up on their children. NOT EVER. 

We stand with the mothers, we will stand with the mothers, as long as it takes, we will be there.