I am fully aware that I am writing from an American, white, middle class perspective. I grew up in a Jersey suburb and landed in rural Upstate New York at age 16. I live in a 100 some year old farm house that still needs work. One bathroom suited us with 8 children, along with a kitchen that did not look like the Dugger's.
That said, I am limited in my experience and understanding regarding moms who live in poverty, who are single, live in war-torn countries, have terminally ill or special needs children... you get my gist. And never, ever do I wish to presume that I know what you are going through.
I do know, however, what it is like to have a child die. I lost my oldest son to suicide nearly 5 years ago. I know what it's like to feel all the breath leaving your body, to see the effects of an invisible tornado sweep through my home, scattering everything in its path, leaving my remaining 7 children stunned. I know what it's like to want to just die so I couldn't feel the incredible pain.
We come from all walks of life. We all have our stories. Yet, because of my faith I know that God never leaves me or forsakes me. So much pain in life. But so much the more God's comfort. And He promises that one day He will wipe away every tear. There will be no more sorrow or death.
That speaks to me of a caring God who is not unaffected by our pain and difficulties. Why doesn't He stop it then? you ask.
He will. Just not right now.
One thing I am certain of, no matter who you are - rich or poor, strong or weak, married or single, surrounded with support or alone - you have within you the goods to be a mom. Let God help you.