Communicate: Listen to the Children
If we are to teach real peace in this world, and if we are to carry on a real war against war, we shall have to begin with the children.— Gandhi
Do you know that I am lonely?
In the midst of all of THIS, do you recognize my pain? My fear? My sorrow?
As I walk into the room it seems I am invisible.
You barely glance up to acknowledge me and go quickly back to whatever was holding your attention.
As I wait here for someone to care, I am starving for love, for food, for shelter.
I am the child of the world that is ravaged by war. And I am forgotten.
The World is full of Children Who are Asking Us to Hear Them.
Do We Take Time to Listen Well?
Think about your family.
Do you sit down and talk with one another?
Do you sit and listen to each other?
Do you take some part of every day to really hear what your loved one is thinking?
The electronic devices we have are marvelous.
I have become as spoiled as anyone by the convenience of them and sometimes am impatient when they do not work as quickly as I may wish
My laptop and droid are important parts of my life.
I use them for communication …to receive it and to share it.
But there are times when they are off.
When my grandsons are here, I turn off my laptop unless I want to Skype one of my sisters so they can say hi.
When my family is here, it is off.
Our Children Look to Us for Answers
Listening Between the Lines
There is nothing more important than the moments spent with my loved ones and friends.
The very least I can do while they are with me is to listen to what they are saying even if it is day to day chat.
It is how we stay in tune with each other.
Often I can hear between the lines. I may pick up on a nuance that someone is troubled or angry or excited and may want to discuss whatever it is with me privately later.
With nothing interfering in our time spent together, I can hear them.
And I pay close attention, I can hear what is left unsaid.
This song pretty much says it all..
It is Not About Me...
The same is true to of those who have no home.
The ones I see under the bridges, huddled in the forest, as the rain pours down.
What is it they are saying that I cannot hear?
Am I too wrapped up in the CD or radio station as I travel along to even care?
I try not to be.
I try not to talk about what I do for them; somehow to me that should be private, just between that person and me.
I have been told ‘no thank you’. And that is perfectly fine. Each person must be guided by their own wishes.
My new way of reaching out to those who may need something is to leave whatever I have for them if possible so they can see it was given without them knowing it was from me.
It is not about me; it is about them.
No Matter Where We are on This Planet...We are all a Part of the Whole...
No Matter Where They are... The Children Want Me to Hear...
And around the world from me, can I not hear them?
Do they want me to know of their pain and angst and horror?
The headlines scream to me of some new atrocity in the world.
I read this morning of beheading of children in the Central African Republic. And as I read even further, it was reported that the number of child soldiers has doubled to 6,000!! Six thousand children acting as soldiers!!
Throughout the world are many who face separation from their families. Persecution. The threat of death. And, too often death comes. From war or starvation.
Right in Our Own Towns Children Want Us to Listen
We do not need to leave our own towns to find the lonely and the starving.
We may not be able to do much for those who are in far distant corners of the world except to make our voices loud and powerful that those in power may know that we care.
But we can do something in our own little corners of the world.
We can work together to find ways to help especially children and the aged who are alone who need food and clothing.
John Donne has said:
“No man is an island entire of himself.” I have written about that very quote sometime ago.
He went onto to say that we should “never send to know for whom the bell tolls, because it tolls for thee…”
We are all of this planet. We are of ONE family.
And we do not all have the same views which is as it should be.
But how people are treated should be a universal
belief. We should have a single-mindedness on the sanctity of human life.
We should hold our children in highest esteem and grant them every protection and opportunity that we can.
How Can It Be?
My mind is boggled when I read headlines such as the ones I read this morning. How can it be?
How can those living in a location be displaced and sent hither thither and yon often separated from their families ? And the children are too often the collateral damage in these situations.
Some time ago I wrote about East Timor, a place I had never heard of until I came across a video about it. In East Timor devastating slaughter occurred and families were torn apart and left to figure out what to do next, where to go next, if any of them were left.
It is still happening around the world.
How can that be??
I know how it can be.
But my mind still does not want to wrap itself around it.
"Safety and security don't just happen, they are the result of collective consensus and public investment. We owe our children, the most vulnerable citizens in our society, a life free of violence and fear."— Nelson Mandela
Charity Does Begin at Home
Children come into the world with no expectations. They do not get a vote as to whether they arrive here or not
But once they are here…we have a duty, a responsibility to see to it that their lives are protected and that they have the opportunity to live their lives without fear.
Our challenge is to be aware.
Know what is happening in our own communities.
It is so easy to send money to some far off land which may desperately need it. And I am not saying that money sent to far off places is not a good thing.
What I am saying is that we need to take care of our own too.
In our own town, our own county, our own country there are those who go to bed hungry every night.
Maybe we should help them first.
Not My Responsibility!!
This of course gets into a whole new issue.
Why are the parents not taking care of their own children?
Why do some families have a belief that someone will come along and help them out?
Those questions are not for me to answer.
Those questions really are not what this is about anyway.
What this is about is doing the right thing.
If you know someone needs help, especially children, can you, will you, reach out to them?
Your decision is after all your decision.
Find a way in your town to set up programs that can help those in need. Find out what these members of your community would like to do to give back to the community.
You may be surprised at the responses.
Those who are not willing to give back will be far fewer than you might expect.
It is my responsibility to help those --especially the children-- who need help.
And helping can mean helping families find resources to train them for jobs, offer parenting classes, find daycare, and the multitude of other needs that families have.
Waiting for another government program is not the answer. We all know that.
We must work together in our communities to make things better.
We need to care enough to be outraged that little children are being slaughtered around the world.
Children right here in our country are being killed in drive bys, from neglect, from abuse,
Listen to the voices of the little children from your town, throughout the nation, and around the world who are asking for us to be a louder voice than theirs is right now.
Hear and know that they need us to care and to help turn things around for them …even if it is one child at a time.
© 2014 Patricia Scott