My youngest daughter moved back home after graduation from college till she finds a job. My oldest daughter surprised us this weekend by coming home for little sister’s birthday/Father’s Day. Normal activities ensued: eating of mama’s cooking, drinking tons of coffee, playing of games, telling of stories. I love these precious but few days spent with my kids, and always get hit with melancholy when they head back to their homes. I always get this way; it’s who I am. I imagine we are all this way to a degree. I originally thought I’d write about how my role of momma has changed as I now have adult children. However- it seems wrong.
It seems wrong to lament my aching heart when another mama is dealing with her nursing child being ripped from her arms in the name of our government. Today I read about the audio recorded of children crying out for their mommies and daddy’s and grown adults mocking their cries. This goes on daily – here in America. Here in Texas. We’ve seen the headlines and gasp at the pictures of thousands of children caged like animals. In my persuasive unit at school, this is definitely an example of emotional appeal. Yet – are we moved? For me – it’s almost like my worst nightmares come to life. I used to, and on occasion still do, have a dream of end of days where my family and I are imprisoned for being Christians. I’m being asked to denounce Jesus while a hooded figure stands near my children ready to behead them. In my dreams – I honestly answer both ways – to see what happens I guess. Either way – the people holding us captive still kill my family in a horrific way causing me to awaken with a start. The only sense of peace after these dreams was the knowledge we’d all be together one day in heaven. For these families separated in a horrific way – one day should be today.
I realize this is a different situation at the border, yet I imagine the fear of unknown and pain is very similar. There has to be a better answer or way to help these families become legal. That may be my simplistic way of looking at it, but separating families and treating them this way cannot be the answer. I can’t help thinking we’ve learned nothing from our history classes where a leader justifies his mistreatment of humans all in the name of religion. I hope and pray someone rises up to make the change needed. Someone needs to rise up and be a hero to these children. This cannot continue. No one deserves to be treated this way. No one. I think some people today are more outraged over the euthanization of a pregnant dog in the local shelter than being moved by the voices of frightened children kept in a kennel. Again – someone needs to be a champion for the children. Let not any one pacify his conscience by the delusion that he can do no harm if he takes no part, and forms no opinion. Bad men need nothing more to compass their ends, than that good men should look on and do nothing. – John Stuart Mills. It’s time to quit standing by doing nothing.