As mothers, we are all quietly grieving today for the mothers of the Manchester victims.
We always feel a jolt of fear when we hear about random terror attacks. But this one has hit us harder than almost any other. These were kids who were targeted. Little kids, or teenagers, who were full of excitement, on a night they’d been looking forward to for so long.
We can imagine those kids, because they could be our kids.
As mothers, we feel for other mothers. We all live with the constant fear of our child being taken from us.
We are hearing the stories of parents desperately ringing their child’s phone, only to find it has gone dead. Of calling every hospital, every hotel, without finding their child. Of searching the streets of Manchester. Of begging people to share their child’s image on Facebook, praying they might still be somewhere out there, wandering around, dazed.
As the hours go by, we know they must be losing hope.