My husband recently posted a video on Facebook. It depicts a woman waiting by the train tracks to toss bags of food and supplies to migrants traveling on the trains through her town. (I cannot figure out how to embed it, but you can view it on my Facebook page here.)
I can't even talk about it without tearing up.
Because when I saw that woman, all I could think was that she probably does this because she has a child traveling somewhere North. And my mama heart went out to her mama heart.
I keep hearing stories of unaccompanied, Guatemalan children crossing the border. I am the mother of two half-Guatemalan children.
One report mentioned a child as young as 3 coming. My oldest child is 3 and a half.
And I just keep thinking, "What if it were my Gabriella crossing the border without me?"
My mind has gone a thousand different directions with that question. From the horrifying "What if she got hurt?" to the ridiculous "Could she actually talk non-stop on such a journey?"
I've worried about her supplies, about someone looking out for her in the group, about her safety.
But when I saw that video, all I could hope is that another mama along the way would give her food and water. And maybe some stickers... she just loves stickers.