I love you. The Invitation #9

 The Commitment.

It doesn't interest me 

to know where you live or how much money you have.

I want to know if you can get up,

after the night of grief and despair,

weary and bruised to the bone,

and do what needs to be done

to feed the children.

"TRY THIS ONE MORNING as you are lying in bed: imagine millions of men and women all around the world rising from their beds where the sun finds them- leaving back supporting mattresses and straw pallets,hammocks, futons, and thin blankets on dirt floors- to take care of the children. Regardless of their religion, culture, or material circumstances, there are noses to be wiped, bellies to be fed, tears to be dried, and answers to be provided for the questions of young minds. In modern cities and remote villages, luxurious mansions and desolate refugee camps, fires are lit, stoves are turned on, cereal boxes are opened, water is drawn from taps or pumps or streams, fruit is peeled, and breasts are bared for hungry mouths. It doesn't matter whether the men and women have the resources to adequately provide what the children need, or whether they feel like getting up and doing what has to be done-life cries out in it's need to continue whether the providers are ill or healthy, illiterate or educated, despairing or filled with enthusiasm for life."

"Reach out one morning with your imagination and feel them, the millions of men and women who do the best they can every day to feed their children's bodies, hearts and minds."

 

~ Oriah Mountain Dreamer.

Fitting tribute to Mothers and Fathers on Father's Day, if they have children then it's Motherfucker's Day.