Like you, I saw the image of Aylan Kurdi washed up on that shore. I’d heard about it before I saw it, so I was prepared, but the cold hard shock of it still made me cry as soon as I saw that innocent little body. I felt the pain that any mother feels when confronted by a child’s death. As I imagine it did with so many of us, it made me dig deeper, read more, find out what I could about the Syrian Refugee Crisis.
It’s heartbreaking and we need to do something. I’m not going to be that person that stands by and lets this happen without trying to help.
I have two children, and my deepest desire as a parent is to keep them safe and happy. I tuck them up snugly in their beds each night and I can rest easy.
I do not fear that our home may be bombed that night, I do not imagine that our house could be stormed and we could be killed at any given time. I am not grabbing them and fleeing in the night to attempt to make it to another nation, hoping fervently that we’ll all make the journey, let alone be accepted in if we do. The terror is unimaginable to me.
But it’s happening right now in our world. They are people, families, parents, children. Just like us.
Please do make a difference.