Friday, October 14, 2005

The Children...


How can a child know or understand the words "stability", "safe", "secure", "loved", "protected" or a balancing and loving environment? How can they when they are surrounded by chaos? Parents casting them aside or away? Moms and dads working too hard, or addicted to busy, or just too "addicted" period. Stressed, unable to give of themselves to their children. Teaching their children how to be rude by their own example. Those cherished times, those "special moments" never to be?

Foster kids thrown into more chaos, the foster mother and father too busy selling, buying, or making drugs. Sending the kids out of the house while they selfishly drink and drug themselves to death. Where and how do these "so called grown up adults" manage to acquire these children that need a loving, nurturing home?...only to be thrown into "another" chaotic crazy messed up life of someone else's creation? All those years in my past trying to have a child, never for it to happen and yet I now feel as if I am surrounded by these children who seem drawn to me, knowing my heart is still open, my spirit free and that they can talk to me. It just kind of happened naturally through the years...maybe its because I can understand and relate to what they are going through in some ways and I don't deny them in their sadness and I'll dance with them too! I love it and so do they! Kids are so smart, much more then we give them credit for, they know whats going on. I sometimes wish that I could just hug and hold each and every single one of them, just for a moment and tell them "your loved, your special, you are a unique and beautiful person and everything is going to be "okay" so "Shine on"!...

8 comments:

Lucy Stern said...
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Carolyn said...

Your post reminded me of a poem I wrote last Fall after visiting Chicago and seeing some younger, homeless people living under the el train system. I posted it somewhere on my blog, but I'll have to dig for it. If ok, I may email it to you.

I think those children "feel" your hugs through your beautiful spirit :)

Long Iron said...
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Peg said...

And they stroll with their merry prints between what is child-like and what shoves them to view through the eyes of an adult!

Be their friend, listen to their woes, and yes, Barbara, hold them and tell them you love them!! If they don't all ready know it!!

Jeff said...

As I get older and have left the nest of my parents home I look back and wonder how they did such a great job of raising my sister and I. We are both on a successful path and it makes me wonder will I be able to do the same for my kids one day especially now as the world has changed a lot from raising kids in the 80s 25 years can make some much of a difference...

love the blog ... later

Rhiannon said...

Thanks for your comments lucy, Carolyn, Long iron and Peg. Yes I talk to the children. I do hug them and I do hear them any chance I'm given the opportunity, it just happens this way a lot. A teenage girl here on this street I now live, she moved recently (just when we were getting to know one another) and when she came and told me good-bye I went in my house and picked out an angel from my angel collection. I gave it to her told her to hold onto it and always put it "in a safe place" and then I gave her a big hug. At first she was shocked I gave her the angel and then she beamed and smiled like she had just been given the most special gift...I had tears in my eyes but held them back until she left. I just want these kids to have some kind of goodness and happiness in their life and I wish there weren't as many selfish parents as I have met. Birth control is important! I'm sorry if I offended anyone with that statement. And so is "good correct adoption"..screen those people like crazy! Not every person of age is an adult or is ever going to necessarily be!

"See me, feel me, hear me"..say the children..

Rhiannon

Dreaming_Firefly said...

Dear Rhiannon,

You have made the children hopeful in life through your little ways.
Giving them the courage to move on.
For who you are and have always been,
Thanks for being the way you are.

Regards

Rhiannon said...

Such a thoughtful thing to say dreaming firefly..tears in my eyes...my heart overflows. Thank you. I will continue to always find the children "enchanted".

Angel Blessings,
Rhiannon