So the disaster in Japan has hit me in a way that no other natural disaster has. Because now, there is a baby involved. I have spent the last week planning escape routes, filling up our emergency backpacks and generally making myself crazy. I have had thoughts of strapping the little bundle in the ergo carrier and climbing to the top of the roof to avoid a tsunami. Not that this would necessarily work, but...it might!
I guess what I am realizing is that this is the fierceness with which a mother loves her child. I have been glued to the news, the radio and the internet. I have been monitoring the radiation levels in California on two different websites. I have been asking questions and talking to anyone who will listen. I am not satisfied with the mainstream news, or the platitudes coming from our government. I want the real information. I want to know when and if I should book a flight to Vermont.
I want only to protect my child. My baby. My lifeline. The thought of something hurting Clayton makes me sick inside.
At the end of the day, I am blessed because I have the luxury of thinking about what I would do if disaster occurred. The poor people in Japan did not have this luxury. I am so thankful for the health of my child, as my heart breaks for mothers across the globe.