I am in no way a expert when it comes to blogging, but I hope that perhaps we together can be able to share our experiences in hopes that some good insightful helps can be shared regards this. I truly want to dialogue with other moms who might have the same concerns. I am at the point that I am ready to give up my nursing career and become a teacher so that I can home school my children. It is a major concern for me being of African heritage. Until things change, we should always keep our children in our prayers. I found a very neat prayer on the Nat'l Council on Educating Black Children by Ina J. Hughs entitled, 'A Prayer For Children'. I have written on many blogs, but I have not really did my own although I have tried before so hopefully this will turn out ok. God Bless!
A PRAYER FOR CHILDREN
by Ina J. Hughs
We pray for children who sneak popsicles before supper, who erase holes in math workbooks, who can never find their shoes.
And we pray for those who stare at photographers from behind barbed wire, who can’t bound down the street in a new pair of sneakers, who never “counted potatoes,” who are born in places we wouldn’t be caught dead, who never go to the circus, who live in an X-rated world.
We pray for children who bring us sticky kisses and fistfuls of dandelions who hug us in a hurry and forge their lunch money.
And we pray for those who never get dessert, who have no safe blanket to drag behind them, who watch their parents watch them die, who can’t find any bread to steal, who don’t have any rooms to clean up, whose pictures aren’t on anybody’s dresser, whose monsters are real.
We pray for children who spend all their allowance before Tuesday, who throw tantrums in the grocery store and pick at their food, who like ghost stories, who shove dirty clothes under the bed, and never rinse out the tub, who get visits from the tooth fairy, who don’t like to be kissed in front of the carpool, who squirm in church or temple and scream on the phone, whose tears we sometimes laugh at and whose smiles can make us cry.
And we pray for those whose nightmares come in the daytime, who will eat anything, who have never seen a dentist, who aren’t spoiled by anybody, who go to bed hungry and cry themselves to sleep, who live and move, but have no being. We pray for children who want to be carries, and for those who must, for those we never give up on and for those who don’t get a second chance. For those we smother…and for those who will grab the hand of anybody kind enough to offer it.
Please offer your hands to them so that no child is left behind because we did not act. And we pray for those.
We pray for children who sneak popsicles before supper, who erase holes in math workbooks, who can never find their shoes.
And we pray for those who stare at photographers from behind barbed wire, who can’t bound down the street in a new pair of sneakers, who never “counted potatoes,” who are born in places we wouldn’t be caught dead, who never go to the circus, who live in an X-rated world.
We pray for children who bring us sticky kisses and fistfuls of dandelions who hug us in a hurry and forge their lunch money.
And we pray for those who never get dessert, who have no safe blanket to drag behind them, who watch their parents watch them die, who can’t find any bread to steal, who don’t have any rooms to clean up, whose pictures aren’t on anybody’s dresser, whose monsters are real.
We pray for children who spend all their allowance before Tuesday, who throw tantrums in the grocery store and pick at their food, who like ghost stories, who shove dirty clothes under the bed, and never rinse out the tub, who get visits from the tooth fairy, who don’t like to be kissed in front of the carpool, who squirm in church or temple and scream on the phone, whose tears we sometimes laugh at and whose smiles can make us cry.
And we pray for those whose nightmares come in the daytime, who will eat anything, who have never seen a dentist, who aren’t spoiled by anybody, who go to bed hungry and cry themselves to sleep, who live and move, but have no being. We pray for children who want to be carries, and for those who must, for those we never give up on and for those who don’t get a second chance. For those we smother…and for those who will grab the hand of anybody kind enough to offer it.
Please offer your hands to them so that no child is left behind because we did not act. And we pray for those.
