Our Children

childrenall

All children,

Every last one,

All of them across every inch of our planet,

Mine, yours, your neighbors,

ALL children-

Are worth it.

And deserve it.

My time.

My effort.

My resources.

My power.

My protection.

My affection.

My money.

My laughter.

My encouragement.

My hand.

My shoulder.

My eyes.

My voice.

My ears.

My smiles.

My expressions.

My touch.

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 high-five.

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 imagination.

My celebration.

My respect.

My knowledge and wisdom.

My ‘surprised’ face when they tell a joke I’ve heard a million times.

My home cooking.

My research.

My answers.

My questions.

My breastmilk.

My attachment.

My activism.

My strength.

My weakness, to teach them it’s okay.

My dancing.

My praying.

My crying.

My trying.

My apologizing.

My reading.

My coloring.

My talking to them on plastic cup-phones.

My laptop.

My backyard.

My baseball.

My hoop.

My hug.

My hope.

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.

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Author:Kimberley

I'm Kimberley, work-at-home single momma to two girls, Ryleigh, 9, and Logan, 3. The Single Crunch is the story of our journey from a lifestyle saturated in mainstream ideals to an organic existence, and learning to love each other, ourselves, and any living thing, unconditionally. I'm passionate about breastfeeding, unschooling, single parenting, writing, grief, childhood abuse, childism, and natural living. I write about all this and whatever else moves me, which is a lot, and I throw in some funny on the regular. I'm humbled and grateful to have you reading, thank you. I hope something here will help you in any way.

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4 Comments on “Our Children”

  1. Melanie
    April 24, 2012 at 10:21 am #

    Love it <3 I think you've got it pretty well covered there :)

  2. April 27, 2012 at 1:10 am #

    Love love love. So true. Really powerful words. Gives me a proper lump in my throat every time I read it. <3 <3 <3

  3. Becky
    April 30, 2012 at 1:56 pm #

    Beautiful!

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