Two days later, and still, the words won’t come. I sit here at my keyboard, and I’m paralyzed by the stories of the people stuck in a nightmare, the nightmare that is Haiti today. I weep for the babies, ready to come to the U.S., and I weep for their caretakers, ordinary girls from the ‘Burgh, and I weep for the hundreds of thousands that call Haiti home.
I can’t wrap my arms around all of Haiti, comforting them, whispering them well, as I hand them clothes from my overstuffed closet, share our sleeping bags, and welcome them to our table — but I wish I could.
Today, I’m donating to @UNICEF, because I know they know what to do for relief for the citizens of Haiti after the earthquake, and they’re on their way with desparately needed supplies.
The kinds of things that any mom would bring to a child in need, if only we could.
Join me and thousands of other moms on the internet, facebook, and twitter, by making a donation and talking about it. The hashtag is #moms4haiti. . . your action matters.