Do not judge the bereaved mother. She comes in many forms. She is breathing, but she is dying. She may look young, but inside she has become ancient. She smiles, but her heart sobs. She walks, she talks, she cooks, she cleans, she works, she IS, but she IS NOT, all at once. She is here, but part of her is elsewhere for eternity.Â -Author Unknown
The photo and quote above speaks to me both from the perspective of the tragedy in Connecticut but also all mothers who lost children to adoption, mothers who found children that want nothing to do with them, mothers everywhere who cry for lost children.