Think of the Children

The first week of school was a doozy. The kids gave it their all, but it wore them out. It also didn’t take long for the covid notices to start rolling in. I am watching from afar, places like Texas and Florida as the sickness is taking hold of so many children. There are so many children in quarantine right now. I feel for those tiny little ones and their parents too. Some of those children will get a life cut way too short. I wish that never happened, but it does every day even before covid. I was humming a lullaby at the bus stop on Friday, it happens a lot down there. There are small graves a little more than 100 feet away. I have been meaning to go leave flowers.

As grownups we sometimes fail to see the struggle that children face, thinking only of carefree childhoods and no responsibility. We envy them under false pretenses that they have it easy. A lot of children face grown-up problems daily. When you think of them don’t diminish their hardships because they are children. Pray for them, send them positive thoughts because they need it just as much or more than we do. It breaks my heart to see society be so dismissive of beautiful little souls, of their future, these children are our future. Children worry just like we do. They care for more than most of us adults do, with big unjaded hearts that still believe in the best of things. Hold them in your thoughts right now as so many face grownup things like fighting for breath in hospital beds. Think of them as they lose friends too young, as the world around them continues to change and spin in chaos. Think of them as everything they knew is changing. Think of them when you get angry over masks, over restrictions, how must they feel when dealing with the same. Just think of them.


Published by izzysconfessions

I was born and raised in the smallest of towns in Southwest Virginia. A town that is extraordinarily active, yet a town that is like it's very own little mini Bible belt. My dad was Baptist, my mom pentecostal, and I'm paranormal. I would venture to say it is somewhat of a family trait. One that is met with equal acceptance and curiosity as much as it is met with skepticism. Individually and collectively so much has been experienced and witnessed at times to such a degree that one might wonder how on earth there is room for doubt. I dont have all the answers, I do not have it all figured out. Im as human as everyone else relying heavily many mornings on a lot of coffee and a little Jesus. In fact, I can't decide what I want for dinner most days. One constant is I cannot go a single day without chocolate. Pour a cup of coffee, or a little tea and whiskey and join me in my confessions of a haunted freak.

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