Every last one,
All of them across every inch of our planet,
Mine, yours, your neighbors,
Are worth it.
And deserve it.
My love, unconditionally.
My water, when they’re thirsty.
My clothing, when they’re lacking.
My comfort, when they’re lost.
My support, when they can’t stand. Or can’t stand tall enough.
My alarm, sounded when I feel one of them is in trouble.
My compassion, when they make a mistake.
My tenderness, when they are afraid, even of something I think is silly to fear.
My firmness, when I understand they want to do something but know it could hurt them.
My nose kiss.
My pat on the back.
My eyes shut tight, counting down, for hide and seek.
My hands caked with dirt, out back building forts.
My feet kicking wildly in a stream or pond or puddle or bathtub.
My knowledge and wisdom.
My ‘surprised’ face when they tell a joke I’ve heard a million times.
My home cooking.
My weakness, to teach them it’s okay.
My talking to them on plastic cup-phones.
My honor and praise.
Tangible, emotional, imaginary,
The world’s children have needs.
And we all have to meet them.
Just because they’re alive.
Just because they’re here.
Because they are children, our children.
And they deserve it.
And they’re worth it.