I’ve always been one to stand for the children. The first child advocacy crusade involved my siblings. Once my mother died, my siblings and I were vulnerable. I was aware of how unprotected we were, and it horrified me. My mom was an immigrant with seven children at the time of her death. Most of us were born in Panama. “Family” concluded anything they gave us was far better than my mom could give us. Since we were from a foreign country, they believed that whatever they gave us was far better than the best we could get in our former world.
Why I Stand for the Children
Children become collateral damage especially when adults do not heal from their mess. Once my siblings had children, I advocated for the kids. I promised God I would. To this day I have my critics, and it included some of the children I protected. When some of them became adults, they wanted me to put their interest in front of children.
When I became an adult, I saw things from the adult perspective. Taking on someone else’s child is neither easy nor cheap. Still, I am the child advocate in my family because a child’s childhood determines their outlook on life.
My Morning Gratitude
Today is my hardest gratitude day yet. I am horrified about the state of the immigrant children. Everyone is arguing and playing the blame game. It all divert from the central issue: the kids are collateral damage. I don’t understand why we do not have people in there to support the children and to minimize the damage. When I close my eyes all I see is a crying child. It pains my heart. I am thankful that I can’t shove this issue aside.
Don’t let your political standing get in the way of remembering these children. They are not something to leverage – the are human. Pray the leaders in our country set pride aside and at a minimum offer immediate help for these children. My ultimate prayer is that we have someone courageous enough stop what is going on and search for another solution.
Gratitude gives me hope for change and the courage to be the change I want to see in others.