I have no title for this post because I really have no idea what it should be.
It also means that you get to know of happy news, gross news and the really sad ones extremely quickly. I have a habit of scrolling through Instagram before bed and last night, I came across a post, one that calls for help searching for a little boy who walked out of his home and went missing. It was heartwarming to know how quickly the residents responded after it was broadcasted in the news. And I went off to bed, hoping, like many others, that the toddler will be found safe and sound. There wasn't any updates today so my itchy fingers hit "Sam Trott" on the keyboard and I saw the news I never, ever would want to see. It's heartbreaking. Very painful indeed. I see his photo on Instagram - such a sweet cheery boy. Gone like that.
(Gosh. It's not easy writing this trying not to cry.)
A few days ago, I came across an article of a newborn who died after being kissed by someone who had a cold.
Another few days back, I read a mother's blog post about her little angel. I couldn't finish reading that post.
With social media, news spread fast. Within just a few months, I've read too many of such heart-wrenching stories and articles. Little ones gone too soon.
I don't know where this post is heading. My heart just hurts so much.
At the same time, I'm feeling grateful for what I have. And that I should count my blessings. And I'm on my way home to tell the husband that having a bad back is not the end of the world.
When I return to my baby later, I'm going to hold her tight. Extra tight today.
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