I read an article the other day that resonated with me.
Someone I know who is a gentle old soul. Her sons were gymnasts and one of them won an opportunity to tour and travel with the circus overseas, performing everywhere.
The troupe soon realised what a good life one could have overseas compared to the one they had back at home, which was extremely harsh and tough.
The prospects of returning home after a very successful stint in Canada was enough to corrupt one of the men’s minds and send him over the edge. Had he stayed in Canada and sought help there, he may not be the man he is today.
Upon returning home, his mental health gradually deteriorated even more worryingly. His family could no longer look after him and the pressure on their mother became far too great to keep the peace.
A place was found for him a coach journey some four hours long away nearer the desert sun and it was arranged he would board there in the hope that he would be cared for. If only they had known.
A cousin of the family who was free from responsibilities was able to visit him periodically to monitor him, for his auntie’s peace of mind. Gradually after what seemed to be a good spell, he noticed his overall wellbeing was fast deteriorating. He could eventually no longer speak, became deathly thin and any self-care and respect was long gone.
Genuine concerns by a sibling for their brother’s welfare soon became realised that their brother was not being looked after despite their being paid to. They had searched deeper for reviews of this institution and was horrified to discover it was rife with abuse and neglect. This family had trusted them to look after a beloved family member but were in fact misled. The sibling then alerted their mother of their dreadful discovery regarding the quality of care that was actually being provided.
She despaired, for her son who was out of her reach. She had been for a very long time, unwell. Her other children did not want their brother to return home or help to look after him except for one who comforted and supported their mother in her exasperation.
She eventually understood that it was her right as a mother if she wanted him home, much to the protest by her other children. She rose into her role and defied the majority’s decision. Her love for her son was much stronger.
The very same cousin had the task of escorting him home, whom was violently sick the entire journey. He discovered from the contents of the vomit that his cousin had been trying to live on grass. He was on his very last legs and had he not been returned to his mother, he would have surely passed.
His mother, bless her, summoned up whatever energy she could find in order to care for him with high hope that she would find her son once more. The road ahead for them both would be an extremely harsh slog.
It was discovered that he had contracted TB from his previous abode. Yet the government hospitals there were very basic, almost primitive in a sense. Family still had to care for their relatives whilst they remained in hospital so she had the added burden on top of her illness to visit at least three times a day to feed, clean and care for him.
Slowly but surely, the burden on her started to ease as he was becoming well enough to return home to be cared for. He started to gain weight, no longer looking skin and bones. Any incontinent was starting to come under control. His physical health was now starting to recover and subsequently heal. He was no longer cared for like a baby but a toddler. Nowadays, he is a boy but in a man’s body.
His mental state still has a long way to go but it is with thanks to his mother than he defeated the odds that were stacked sky high against him. It was her maternal instinct that saved him.
A mother’s love is a love like no other.
We are all someone’s baby.
~ SJ (Sara Jae)