A Mother's Perspective
on the Death of An Only Child


 


I am a mother of an only child, a son who has come into his late and last teen year.  I look forward to the future, sharing a life with my son and his family of choice.  I cannot imagine, nor do I contemplate, his death at an early age as some mothers have to face.  No mother wants to see the death of their child.  Most parents pass away before their child leaving a legacy of Love and Memories, hopefully wisdom, to help that child grow into adulthood and raise their own child/children.

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But, to see one's only child, an only child whom you nurtured and loved for many years to suffer and die a humiliating death before a parent's eyes and in full view of an entire town.  To watch your son walk through the streets bruised and beaten at the hands of others.  To wonder, in fear,  what must have occurred while your son had received these bruises.  To feel helpless as your son roams through the streets being mocked and labeled as a "phony" or "liar" when all he did was try to help others who were in need.  To cry out from within and try to be strong for your child who suffers when he looks upon your face,  is more than any one mother should ever have to endure.  To watch your son handle all this pain and suffering on his own when all his friends have abandoned him and left him to suffer alone is all too sad for words.

What type of horror is felt when a mother is separated from her only child being unable to soothe the wounds surrounding his injured body?  The sheer humanity of it all, the pain and suffering too immense to describe as you watch your only child being tortured and riddled with pain and suffering.  An only child out of reach from his mother who is unable to caress her son and comfort him as he suffers beyond measure.

What horror lies when your son is stripped of his blood soaked clothing in plain view in a public place for all to see him in his under garments as he stands there racked in pain and humiliation.

What suffering a mother endures when she watches her only son being executed for crimes he did not commit and a crowd mocking him as he lay open and exposed to public humiliation.  "When will this all stop"! a mother cries.  "When will this all end"!  Enough, Enough, I say --stop it stop it, a mother's heart cries out in petition to God for this suffering to stop.  How does a mother contain herself from lashing out on behalf of her son?  How does a mother stop herself from fighting those who injure her only son?  How does a mother comfort her son from afar?   How does a mother get through a mob of curious "on-lookers" when her son is helplessly hurting?  Why doesn't someone defend him?  Why does not one person from the crowd help her to stop this agony?  After all her son has done for these people, no one cares enough to say "I am sorry you are suffering".  Oh the weight of pain and suffering a mother's endures during the last moments of your child's life as you cry out and beg God to give him one more day.

Then when the end comes, how does a mother remain calm holding her only son lying lifeless in her arms as her heart feels it can suffer no more.  How does all this happen and why did it occur?  Was it a senseless suffering?  Was it done because of the cruelty that lies within the world?  Was all this pain and suffering necessary to inflict on one individual who loved and nurtured those who desperately needed a kind word?  All these thoughts go through a mother's mind who holds her only child in her arms as swords pierce her heart and the pain is far too much to bear.

Is there such pain and insensitivity around that there is no where for a son to rest His Head?  Then, to have no place to lay your child to rest and a kind voice speaks up and offers his own crypt to lay your child's head.



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