I want to tell you a story about a mommy 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 mommy 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 mommy was puzzled.
She looked the other mommy 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 other mommy 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 mommies who climb down holes just to help another find her way back up. ❤️