Compassion: A word with a latin root, meaning "to suffer with". A word, as I really consider it, that is almost as valuable as "hope". We talk a lot about hope here. We offer stories of
hope. Of healing. We hold
hope for mamas who are struggling and can't seem to find any reason in the midst of their illness to support being hopeful. We
hope and pray for recovery for all PPD mamas. Pregnant and adoptive Survivor Mamas
hope for the best this time and hold on to the possibility that the Hell they experienced the last time will never meet them again.
Equally important, though, to "hope" is the way that we walk with others who are suffering. Why do we do this? Not only to provide hope, but to take a bit, even if only a minute amount, of someone else's pain and carry it. By suffering with other moms, we show them that we are willing to offer our time, our support and our compassion to them. And, only
we can do this. Why? Because only one who knows this pain can truly offer this gift. Sure, family and friends, and even near strangers can be sympathetic, helpful and loving. But Survivor Mamas? You, my friends, have been given the opportunity to show
true compassion. The kind that boldly says to a mom, "I understand. You are not alone. I am there for you. I know you will get better. And until then? I will suffer with you."