Children give carnations to parents on Parents' Day in South Korea |
�When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news,
my mother would say to me, "Look for the helpers.
You will always find people who are helping.�
? Fred Rogers
�Children need to be raised in loving environments. Whenever domination is present love is lacking. Loving parents, be they single or coupled, gay or straight, headed by females or males, are more likely to raise
healthy, happy children with sound self-esteem. �
? bell hooks, Feminism is for Everybody
healthy, happy children with sound self-esteem. �
? bell hooks, Feminism is for Everybody
�I'm inspired by the love people have for their children. And I'm inspired by my own children, how full they make my heart. They make me want to work to make the world a little bit better. And they make me want to be a better man.�
? Barack Obama
? Barack Obama
The International Day for Protection of Children, Children's Day, is celebrated in many countries on June 1st, though the date varies. |
Midweek Motif ~ Parenthood
Parents, Guardians, Significant Adults
According to Wikipedia:
Parents' Day is a holiday combining the concepts of a Fathers' Day and Mothers' Day. The United Nations proclaimed June 1 to be the Global Day of Parents "to appreciate all parents in all parts of the world for their selfless commitment to children and their lifelong sacrifice towards nurturing this relationship.".[1] It is the same day as International Children's Day.When I taught high school English, it was easy to tell which students suffered from a lack of nurturing adult presence in their lives. At times these children needed my attention more than they needed an English lesson. I wondered if spending an hour a day with children in classes of more than 30 students was anything like parenting. Could parents see 170 children a day, even if only for an hour? My own parents struggled financially early on and were too angry and scared to be consistently loving until I was a pre-teen. I feel love and gratitude for them now.
Your Challenge: Write a new poem, in which you take on the voice of a child with real or ideal adults parenting them.
I see them standing at the formal gates of their colleges,
I see my father strolling out
under the ochre sandstone arch, the
red tiles glinting like bent
plates of blood behind his head, I
see my mother with a few light books at her hip
standing at the pillar made of tiny bricks,
the wrought-iron gate still open behind her, its
sword-tips aglow in the May air,
they are about to graduate, they are about to get married,
they are kids, they are dumb, all they know is they are
innocent, they would never hurt anybody.
. . . .
Read the rest HERE.
Child, when you�re sad put on your blue shoes.
You know that Mama loves you lollipops
and Daddy still has a job to lose.
So put on a party hat. We�ll play the kazoos
loud and louder from the mountaintop.
Child, when you�re sad put on your blue shoes
and dance the polka with pink kangaroos,
dolphin choirs singing �flip-flop, flip-flop.�
Hey, Daddy still has a job to lose?�?
. . . .
BY ROBERT BLYAs I drive my parents home through the snowtheir frailty hesitates on the edge of a mountainside.I call over the cliffonly snow answers.They talk quietlyof hauling water of eating an orangeof a grandchild's photograph left behind last night.When they open the door of their house they disappear.And the oak when it falls in the forest who hears itthrough miles and miles of silence?They sit so close to each other; �as if pressed together by the snow.
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(Next week Sumana's Midweek Motif will be - Commitment)
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