“HAVE YOU HEARD THE BABIES CRY?”

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The humankind mothers of the before times and the mothers in this moment heard their child’s first cry. How each mother answered that wail is still ringing in their ears. On Mother Earth it is expected that each newborn comes with tears to shed for all that each of us will encounter throughout our life. Yet the total tears destined to be shed are equally in the hands of those who are the baby’s caretakers.

Since I am not qualified to speak for the varied mothers in the Animal Kingdom, I will not. But I will add that in my international travels the babies in each pride we encountered are sheltered and violently protected; even at the cost of their parent’s life. And yes, even some spiders who give their own body as food to allow their many babies to survive.

Yes, worldwide health issues silence many a newborn’s first cry. Yes, there are those who try to help yet cannot due to a lack of knowledge, religion, fear of immunizations, corruption, and the silenced voice of women. I am certain you have your own list so I won’t continue.

But in America, so far, we have national and state and county programs and courts of law, and law firms, family counseling, etc. to protect that first cry of a newborn. Yet, the criteria within these well-intentioned agencies cannot and do not hear nor see the babies cry.

“Have You Heard The Babies Cry?” If so, how many total tears are we willing to tolerate on their behalf? First we will hear their whimper and then their scream.

“OUR HANDS TELL OUR STORY…”

HANDSI attended a wedding recently and when the rings were exchanged I noticed the hands of the bride and groom. It brought to mind how our hands tell our story.

Hands embraced in prayer or clutched in resentment. Cocoon Hands coddling a newborn that change direction to strike a teenager. Hands that protect a toddler or hands that smack. Hands that caress the face of a beloved or hit when aggravated. A Handclasp of commitment that was or was not honored. Idle aged Hands unoccupied by touch. Hands eroded by toil. Gun-in-Hands used in sport or war or unlawful death. For all kinds of reasons: Politician Handshakes. Homeless that chronicle Hands living without a roof over their head. The doctor and nurse Hands who save; or touch our shoulder with empathy. Hands: our military and law enforcement and firefighters and our sisters and brothers that like us, have hands that tell their story.

I no longer think how different we humankind are on Our Earth. How our hands tell our story may be different in language and culture but not in emotion.