Sometimes I wonder, about the mama’s who leave their babies. Did they turn back to look one last time? Did they just walk away as quickly as possible? Did they feel their heart up in their throat? Did they fight to hold back tears or did they run down their cheeks? Did their sobs echo through empty hallways? Did they consider running back and picking up their child again. Did they consider and reconsider and consider again if there was another option?
Did they know they could find a safe place? Did they know there was help? Did they know they could be part of their child’s future? They could still give their child their best chance, without leaving.
My heart breaks over and over for these Mama’s. For their children. For their futures. Will these children grow up to abandon their own children? Will the cycle of poverty never be broken.
(this post was partially inspired by day to day life here in Tanzania and this article I saw yesterday. )