13/09/2024
I want to tell you a story about a mother in a hole.
It was a deep hole, and she’d been there for quite some time. In fact, she couldn’t quite remember when or how she’d even fallen.
She was starting to despair of ever getting out.
People around her were worried.
Her family threw down a rope, but she couldn’t climb up.
Her doctor threw down a rope, but she still couldn’t budge.
Then, another mother came along. She took one look in the hole, and like all of the others, tossed a rope over the edge.
And she climbed down.
“Wait, what are you doing down here with me?” The first mother was puzzled.
She looked the second mother in the eyes and saw the same pain and sadness and exhaustion reflected back at her. But there was something else, too.
There was hope.
And immeasurable strength.
The second mother gave a kind and knowing smile, and wrapped her arms around the first.
“I’ve been here before,” she said. “And I’m going to climb out with you.”
For all the mothers who climb down holes just to help another find her way back up. ❤️
** It felt like the right time to share this again. Mothers can find themselves in some dark holes—maybe someone you know is in one right now. Please, please reach out. And if you are currently in that hole yourself—you are not alone. Just say the word, and we will come down and get you.
