My twitter feed was full of heartfelt messages about the sad death of Peaches Geldof last night. None of us knew her, probably if you had asked us the day before we wouldn’t have had a huge opinion on her, except that most of us were on Team Geldof when she appeared with Katie Hopkins on This Morning a few months back. So why do we care so much?
I think it is probably because a lot of my twitter feed is made up of Mums. Our hearts break at the thought of being snatched from our own babies, and our hearts break for those two little boys left without a Mum who so visibly doted on them.
We empathise. We relate, even though we didn’t know her. I remember not really understanding the fuss when Diana died, I wasn’t a royalist, I wasn’t really interested. Then I saw the card emblazoned with the word ‘Mummy’ on her coffin and my eyes leaked as I picked up my then year old daughter.
I remember when Peaches mother, Paula Yates, died. I grew up with her being the coolest thing on telly. She had the rock star husband, yet also was brilliant in her own right. Clever, beautiful, funny, and stylish in a way my pre-teen eyes watching The Tube could only dream of growing up to be. Her youngest child is the same age as my oldest child, and yet again when she died, it was the bond of motherhood we shared that made me so sad for her and her family.
It is that same shared bond of understanding that breaks our hearts when watching charity reports from other parts of the world. We understand the fierce need to protect our children, and that is why it is so difficult to watch Mothers trying to do the same in much harder circumstances. The reason I open my wallet is as much to protect those mothers as it is to help those children. And it never seems to be enough really.
Being a mother makes me feel a bond with other mothers. Those I know, those I don’t know. You may do it differently to me, but I know how much you love those children, and that however meek you may be in other ways, there is a lioness in you that will do anything to protect them.
The fear of being snatched cruelly away from the joy of watching our small people grow is second only to having them snatched away from us too soon. We all mourn a little for both Peaches and Bob, while hoping it is a pain we never have to feel from closer quarters.
Am off to hold my babies a little closer for the day, for this is a sad reminder that you never know how many days you have,
Love Miss Cisco XXX