Thursday, October 15, 2009

Thoughtful Thursday

A very wise man once told me the best way to measure a society is by how well it treats its seniors and its children.

Given the headlines in our local news, as a man stands trial for allegedly killing his three small children, 'to save them' - maybe we're not doing such a great job.

And because Mia Farrow and Angelina Jolie can only be so many places at once, maybe it's up to us to step forward, to reach out, to lift up, to hold dear.

On those days when one's children are driving one to distraction, when the slow burn starts it ascent, when the whack-o-meter is being jacked up to 11?

Just stop.

Breathe.

Repeat as necessary.

And think about this plea to those we love, and to those who have no advocate:

"...We pray for children who put chocolate fingers everywhere, who like to be tickled, who stomp in puddles and ruin their new pants, who sneak popsicles before supper, who erase holes in math workbooks, who can never find their shoes...

And we pray for those who stare at photographers from behind barbed wire, who can't bound down the street in a new pair of sneakers, who never "counted potatoes", who are born in places in which we wouldn't be caught dead, who never go to the circus, who live in an X-rated world.


We pray for children who bring us sticky kisses and fistfuls of dandelions, who sleep with the dog and bury goldfish, who hug us in a hurry and forget their lunch money, who cover themselves with Band-aids and sing off-key, who squeeze toothpaste all over the sink, who slurp their soup.

And we pray for those who never get dessert, who have no safe blanket to drag behind them, who watch their parents watch them die, who can't find any bread to steal, who don't have any rooms to clean up, whose pictures aren't on anyone's dresser, whose monsters are real...


We pray for children who spend all their allowance before Tuesday, who throw tantrums in the grocery store and pick their food, who like ghost stories, who shove dirty clothes under the bed and never rinse out the tub, who love visits from the tooth fairy, who don't like to be kissed in front of the school bus, who squirm in church or temple and scream in the phone...


And we pray for those whose nightmares come in the daytime, who will eat anything, who have never seen a dentist, who aren't spoiled by anybody, who go to bed hungry and cry themselves to sleep, who live and move and have no being.

We pray for children who want to be carried and for those who must, for those we never give up on and for those who will grab the hand of anyone kind enough to offer it.

Hear our cries...and listen to our prayers. Amen."

Ina J. Hughes

6 comments:

Mental P Mama said...

...and we have the nerve to call ourselves the intelligent species....

baronessvonb said...

Countess Mama: Indeed.

Chesapeake Bay Woman said...

It's all about perspective and our duty as human beings, instead of our duty to ourselves and our comfort zone.

Amen.

baronessvonb said...

Countess CBW: Well said.

(my first instinct - so mature - was to say, "Ha! You said duty!". A flaw from living in the Testosterone Palace)

Not Afraid to Use It said...

I love this. LOVE. IT.

baronessvonb said...

Countess NATUI: Me, too. A great reminder on days when life speeds by so fast that I forget that my almost-men were once tiny and reliant...

 
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