The emotions of a mother

I really didn't know or think that one day I'll be writing a post like this.This isn't a stereotype "it's not easy being a mum" phrase.I think that phrase applies to the hard work mothers go through in taking care of the kids and the home in general.But this post is a bit different.I'm referring to the emotional side of being a mum.If you are single or still looking up to God for one,this post might not make too much sense to you.It won't even make sense.But if you are a mum you'll probably have an idea of my message.As a mum,I get scared a lot for my kids.I get scared of the unknown.At times when I watch what's going on in Syria or other countries in trouble and I see little kids running for their dear lives,my heart breaks into pieces.No parent want to ever see that happen to their innocent kids.
Yesterday,a woman was in tears that her two year old was hungry.He's been asking for bread all day.That moment I wished I could send a truck load of bread,eggs,chicken,drinks,everything in my fridge down to the child.God forbid but what if tables were turned around?A young lady in her thirties with three kids age five,three and one lost her life last year.I wasn't scared because the lady died but I was scared for the kids.Who will take care of them?How will the dad cope with three kids?What if they go hungry?What if the one year old just wants to rest on his mum's chest knowing well that will soothe him to bed but unfortunately mum is gone?The other day my two year old ran across the road and he was this close to an oncoming car,that moment,i stopped breathing and my mind was filled with a million and one questions of "what if's".Yesterday,twelve kids were shot in maiduguri by boko haram.Imagine what these innocent kids thought when they knew they were going to die.Before I got married,some Hausa kids lived opposite us in ikeja.I couldn't stand them.They were  always dirty and unkept with wet nose and possibly wet pants.In my myopic mind,if they touched me,I will also get dirty SMDH.I wish I could turn back the hands of time,go back to ikeja and give these kids a hug even in their unkept state.I wish I could wipe their wet nose?take them with me and just make them comfortable.It's a thing I could have done then but my emotions weren't drawn to them.I feel so sorry.My love for my kids has taught me that every child was born the same.Every mum went through the same pain but in a different way.Now I can't stand to see any child suffer.Maybe one day I might just set up an NGO strictly for kids.Just maybe.