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when the quiet makes you worry
when the quiet makes you worry here I . right here why does no one see me here here is where I was a haiku for loss last night I saw upon the stair. a little man who wasn't there he wasn't there again today oh how I wish he'd go away do you remember that poem from your childhood? it scared me then, it scares me now. I met a today at a shelter who was about 18 months and had no words, not a single one. the biggest blue eyes and so limp. like a toy , like the stuffing was missing. I took him from the mom who was busy filling out paperwork and held him against my shoulder rubbing circles on his back, then I put him down on my legs and started to move his arms and legs. no one was paying us any mind because they were involved, but as I made noises and continued to stimulate, he began to engage. I pumped his legs and he reacted, I oooed and he made a noise, I held his hand to my mouth and blew on it and he was surprised. I picked up a fuzzy toy and rubbed t on his bare feet. I felt a bit like Dr. Frankenstein waking up the monster. I had no idea what kind of days this had lived but he was in there. we see intense depression as young as three months ...failure to thrive, babies so thin, so withdrawn from the world. being homeless takes a toll on everyone. Parents can't be great parents when their days are consumed with trying to find work, housing, or barely surviving with little ones on the street. babies learn to become quiet, passive, they don't demand, they just wait. older learn to fight, steal, for what they need. Fear is everywhere, blankets everything. Remember your 18 moth old? into everything, a 14 hour chase to see who finished first you, or him. but these babies....you have to work to give them back that lil devil inside. there is nothing, nothing more normal than a throwing a hissy fit. I see one and I give the mom a hug, pat the lil monster on the head and smile. it's when they're all quiet that I worry...…….yanno? hey at least my didn't do it here: You cannot conceive the many without the one. |
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sometimes a tantrum is better than that eery quiet You cannot conceive the many without the one.
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Everyone deserves a place to live, being homeless really sucks and when your children aren't with your family that's even worse. Happy Hump Day my friend..
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A quiet child is never a normal thing. Neglected or ill or into to something they shouldn't. Opportunity may knock only once, but temptation bangs on the door forever!
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Imagine when that little girl grows up and is told......and here is when you met the President and First Lady. So cute. Those poor kids. Too many of them need our help.
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Bless you for taking the time to interact with that child. I've read that one of the things that helps kids be resilient in harsh circumstances is contact with a caring adult - no matter how brief. Even a sympathetic stranger on a bus.
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This is a story that more people need to hear. It will make every parent feel blessed for the times their children pitched hissey fits. For a brief time in this child's young life, you made a difference. Check out my profile or and become a "watcher" of my blog FMAOPLS,to learn more about me, and for intelligent, lively, smartassy and fun discussion, with a little irreverence thrown in. "Like" or comment on my photos, and I promise I'll add more. Thanks.
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When I was a child, my parents took me to DC, and I met JFK while on the White House tour. Now I WAS wearing my fave hat, one of my dads, old sailor caps, so maybe that was why I was singled out? I dunno, can barely remember it actually, but it made a BIG impression on my dad, who had voted for Ni on, because he didnt think a serviceman should use his war record to get into office. My mom of course voted for JFK, so their votes canceled each other, lol, but my dad for some reason was very impressed that JFK took my small hand and shook it, like I was an important voter. I believe he voted 'dim' for the rest of his life !
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8/17/2018 5:30 am |
Oh, the humanity. I mean that for you, for all that you do; for that child and what he has been through; and for that photo and how much I miss the humanity.
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You are a wonderful person wicked taking the time to spend with this child. Ty for sharing hugs V Become a blog watcher sweet_vm
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I love you so much. Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. Other women cloy The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies. For vilest things Become themselves in her, that the holy priests Bless her when she is riggish. ~~ from Antony & Cleopatra
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I am so in awe of the work you do. My heart would break every day and I would be no use to anyone. The small ones always catch my attention. I love when they wave back or shyly smile as I play peekaboo. What is better than a smiling child? I think I will view those public temper tantrums a lot differently. That is so much better than a haunted, quiet child. "Sometimes the most productive thing you can do is relax." – Mark Black
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Bless you wicked. We have a good friend who was a war orphan and has no idea who her birth family was. The folks who adopted her couldn't deal with a thing so simple as to show her love and affection. It's heartbreaking. Children need that to be healthy. Become a member now and get a free tote bag.
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