Who will choose to be the voice of the children who never get heard? Do their cries fall on deaf ears? Do we make up stories that sound like, “They got what they deserves.” Hmmm, they got what they deserved?
My heart is heavy right now. I’m going to try to put in words what is going on in my body. Pain, disbelief, sorrow, complete and utter sadness. If not me, then who? Who will be the voice for the children who have fear of being harmed by the people who are supposed to love them?
I’m numb with pain right now. My fingers move slowly over the keys. I see them move and yet, I feel nothing. How could it be that I see my fingers moving and yet I don’t feel the movement?
Earlier tonight I had feelings. I had tons of feelings flooding my body and I wanted to turn them off. Well, not entirely true. Honoring the truth of my own experiences, following the impulses in my body, paying attention to every sensory cue as it moves in my body…this is how I live my life. And for a brief moment tonight, I wasn’t sure if I really wanted to feel. And yet, without feelling, evolution will cease to exist for me and for others.
I’m not sure what I’m going to say. Someone has to be the one to go first. In my life it may as well be me. And so when I witness a child being physically or any other way, being harmed by their parents or anyone else, do I say, “They got what they deserved?” “Do I assume that the child must have done something wrong?” “Do I pass judgment based on limiting beliefs as to what I hold as right or wrong, and do I judge another on what I believe?”
Most certainly when it comes to a child being physically, mentally or sexually abused by their parents. I am no longer willing to turn a blind eye to what I have witnessed with my eyes. Suffer the little children…I don’t think so.
In my earlier blog I shared that my life has changed and so has the life of my daughter. Well in a breath life changed again. This time the breathing was labored and the witnessing of brutallity was painful.
I am done. No longer will I witness children being abused and turn a blind eye to it. I refuse to wait and read in the papers that yet another child has been murdered by their parents. I will not be silenced and I will speak up and be the voice of the lambs that are small and gentle and so unsuspecting of the harm that can be done to them. So trusting knowing in their bodies that the person who has brought them into the world could not possibly be the one to do them harm. I WILL BE THEIR VOICE AND THE WILL BE HEARD.
Transformation and Evolution can only happen if we stop repeating history. I will be the one to go first in my life. Are you willing to be the one in your life to go first?
Creating Space to Consider Parenting – Differently
With a heavy heart and knowing that I will be first and that I AM the one who will make a difference…because I say so. How willing are you to be the one to make a difference, because you say so?
Amy
