Like thousands of mothers over the last week, I have wept 1,000 useless tears of anguish for the beautiful Edspire and the beautiful baby Matilda Mae who tragically passed into the stars.
No amount of tears that any of us could shed can help, and that is part of the gut wrenching agony that has torn up the twitter community.
It has taken me a while to write about this, for who am I to write about it? I know nothing of the true pain and anguish that this family is going through….I am lucky, an observer.
Yet through the unfolding of the events on twitter I can say what a thousand mothers are saying. That your child is my child. That all our children are everyone's children. And we will be here for edspire, for her family.
They say it takes a village to raise a child. In the land of twitter, women have carved out this sacred village space for ourselves.
It is a place where gentle domesticity marks out the rhythms of the day. It is a space where we come together to raise our voices and howl together at the injustice of the universe. And the pain that is felt by one mother is pain that is felt by all of us.
We are mothers. We are one. Our child is one child.
Edspire, I am so sorry. We are so sorry. And we salute Matilda Mae.