These are the words that have tugged on my heartstrings in some way. They have either made me cry, made me laugh, made me think (or all of the above) and made me reflect on the power of words and the beauty that comes forth when you blend letters with feelings.
Saturday night I went to bed with a heavy heart and a question. It was a question that weighed upon me as I laid my head on my pillow and went about the following day. It was a question that I repeatedly asked myself as I looked upon my own children thinking of all my prayers and dreams for them, one of them being that they have the opportunity to live and grow and see the dreams that they dream come to pass. They are the substance of a lifetime of dreams encompassing all that is beautiful and right with the world. I took to Instagram and shared what they were for me and my belief that God heals the brokenhearted. But still the question loomed. In the wake of the outcome of the trial, I couldn’t help but wonder how we are supposed to help our children see their value when we live in a world that continues to send the message that their life is not special and that they are disposable.
My children are more valuable to me than anything. They have brought more joy to my life; they have been agents of change giving me reason, giving me hope, giving me a second chance. And I know that it seems like an awful lot to give children recognition for but God used these babies – my babies to change my life. They have brought their parents more joy than imaginable. Yes, headaches too but mostly joy. I look into their eyes and see promise. I see the things that I got right and I see a world made better because of their existence. My heart’s desire is that they will look in the mirror and see what I see when I look at them. And with that, my heart’s desire and prayer is that the world sees it too. That the world sees that my baby’s lives are precious and that their presence matters.
I’m not surprised that this is the world that we live in. But I am heartbroken that this is the world that I must raise my most valuable possessions in. Over the weekend I read a tweet and subsequently a post by Denene of My Brown Baby:
I needed to read her words. I had spent hours pondering on how but I’ve begun to move beyond asking how. As Denene beautifully pointed out we must. And the thing that happens when you must do something is that you find a way. You stop asking how and you just do it. You find a way.
I will continue to do everything in my power to show my children that they are valuable. While they mean the world to their parents their presence in this world matters; the world will be made better because my children are a part of it. And I will do everything in my power to protect them, care for them and prepare them for life in a world that may not see their value, a world that they will be able to better navigate so long as they do.
“I hug my babies and rub their backs and kiss their cheeks and let them know, for sure, that they are loved with abandon. That they are valued. And valuable. More precious than anything I claim. Even my breath. The very beat, even, of my heart.” ~ Denene@MyBrownBaby
To Denene I say I love your words. I love them so much that today they are the only ones that I wanted to share because they are the most beautiful soul piercing words I have read in a while. Because I know exactly the feeling you wrote about. I know because I love my babies the same way, without abandon. And you are right; “we need to keep fighting.” We must keep fighting. I will keep fighting.
Read more of Denene’s words at My Brown Baby.Tweet