It’s a tough world out there and getting tougher, display a weakness or fall behind and
If you get toasted as the resulted of bad choices that’s basically on you, but if you have
children or other dependents they will experience the same through no fault of their own.
Childhood passes quickly, it shouldn’t be a time of want, need, or a lack of love.
Even in the poorest of homes love makes a difference, it may in fact be the only thing that
can, and there should always be an abundance of it.
Children need examples, a positive feminine and masculine influence, if either party isn’t willing to do so they shouldn’t have children in the first place.
I can’t think of a greater responsibility than children – their health and welfare, yet it
is a responsibility that seems to be increasingly easy to shirk for a growing number.
I’ve been in homes where the squalor and need is so desperate I had to bite my tongue, and sometimes failed to do so when beer cans were strewn about and children crying due to hunger or something so simple as needing a diaper change. It breaks my heart and puts me in that wanting to take names and kick ass mode.
I believe in families, and children being raised by their parents, but in situations such as this
the parents ought to be locked up or placed in some type of medical/recovery facility.
And the children? They should be placed with the extended family until such time as the parent or parents get their act together.
If they don’t then good riddance – I’ve been through that, I know what it is to have a drunk in the house whose focus is on drinking and to hell with providing. The mere fact that he was our “father” was in no way an entitlement, and our life radically changed once he moved on.
We were still poor, still did without a lot of things, wore hand me downs until they became rags, wore shoes we had outgrown and often as not had holes in the soles, but peace came to reside in our home however humble it may have been, that and the abundance of love eased every burden, a sense of self worth was born of those two ingredients that allowed us to be children, to be who we were.
In a way I mourn over those times, not for myself, but for my siblings, my mother, what was taken from or denied them. They deserved better.
You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.