No Such Thing As Other People’s Children

Last night I rocked my baby to sleep. We sang the three songs we always sing:  Pass It On, Peace Like a River and Mr. Moon. In the end, I tucked her in and she said to me, “I love you most, I love you more, I love you forever.” And I said it right back to her.

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Then I went out into the hallway, shut her door gently, sat down on the floor and cried and cried. I cried for the little ones ripped from their parents, I cried for the parents forced to give up their babies, the ones they’re meant to protect, the ones they came here trying to protect.

This thing that is going on in our beautiful country has weighed so heavily on my heart.  I ask myself, what can I do, what should I do, how can I help? So I make the calls to my representatives and I donate the money to the people who have boots on the ground, the ones who are doing the good work for these babies and mommies and daddies. I will protest, I will make my voice heard for them. I will do anything I can to be a helper.

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And then I will rock my babies to sleep, holding tight and then tighter still. I will sing all the songs, whatever songs they ask for. I will read all the books, whichever books they choose. I will tuck them into their warm, soft beds and make sure their night lights are there, lighting up the darkness so they won’t be afraid.  I will tell them both, “I love you most, I love you more, I love you forever.”  And I will do this in honor of those who cannot right now, with their children in my heart right along with my own.

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