Mother’s lamentations
One of the most traumatic misfortunes life can deal with is the passing of a child. The demise of a son, for instance, implies the loss of more than just a precious life. It represents the loss of impending experiences and hopes. No parent is prepared for the loss of a child, and when it occurs, their world is changed forever. The pain, blame, and anguish felt are intense and enduring. Parents can find comfort in realizing that their sadness and grieving are typical and that numerous other parents have survived similar tragedies.
Reading the ordeal that a hazing victim has gone through is unbearable. I am putting myself as the mother of that young individual who is helpless and wanting for my help, the agonizing, screaming voice that a mother should but cannot hear.
For the months that a mother is carrying that precious gift inside her womb, the early years of following him just to make sure he will not stumble and be free from bruises, following all through the early adult years to make sure he’s away from bad influences. Even to the extent of knowing his friends and acquaintances so we could be assured that he is in good hands whenever he’s away from my sight. And so we have institutions that we think can protect and be in safe condition. But there is no guarantee at all. For the moment our children are away from us and no matter tons of reminders are given, still the life outside is entirely a different ballgame.
As mothers, we have our battles that we surmount. We have challenges that we have reached to the brink of surrender, and yet we survive. But losing a son for such blatant physical maltreatment in the hands of ruthless, barbaric souls is bluntly excruciating.
As mothers, such demise of our children can affect our purpose in life, asking what for. Life would not be as meaningful now that we don’t have somebody to carry what we want or have not accomplished.
To have a child bite the dust before us, at any age, upsets what we as a whole consider to be life's natural order. We lose a piece of ourselves. Children should outlast us. When they don't, lamenting parents can suffer misery, less fortunate physical wellbeing and higher paces of cracked relationships even decades later. This is a trauma that doesn't leave.
On the other hand, it is also a question for some parents why their sons have committed such brutal acts, a question of upbringing which includes the kind of environment that is provided. Are they providing adequate and quality time in order to raise sons that value relationships and life? We always give second chances but did the give the same changes to the victims? And so it is just understandable for those parents who have lost their sons that they want those culprits to also experience the same ordeal. Such pain is unfathomable that no amount of explanation can suffice for now.
Life is the main thing which can never be replaced when lost. Unfortunately enough, the most difficult farewells are the ones that are left unsaid, up in the air.
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