My mother stood watch over me, so nobody ever molested me. My daddy never got drunk or hit my mother. I went to church three times a week, and to the First Sunday singings once a month, and vacation Bible school in summer. My uncles and aunts loved me, and I spent a week every summer with Grandma, and another with Sister. It was so easy for me.
But now, I want to salute the children who didn't have it as good as I did.
God bless the children who watch Daddy come home drunk and beat their mom, and try to figure out a way to help... and get hurt in the process.
God bless the oldest child, who learns early on to babysit his younger siblings while his parents go out and party.
God bless the child whose parents don't expect him to do his homework; the one who gets a job throwing papers at the age of fifteen, at 3:30 every morning, and finally quits school because it's nice to have money... and nobody really cares whether he gets good grades or not.
God bless the children who have to change schools time and time again because their parents can't pay the rent, so they move; and the boy who has to wear his daddy's overalls to school on the day pictures are taken, because he only has one pair of jeans... and they're in the dirty clothes hamper. Later, that child grows up, goes to night school, and gets his G.E.D., surprised to find out that he's as smart as anyone.
God bless the children who only get one tiny toy on Christmas morning, and are tickled to death to get it... while other kids demand X-Boxes and other expensive toys, and still aren't satisfied.
God bless the children who are molested by brothers-in-law and uncles and cousins, and STILL grow up to be useful adults, keeping their secrets deep inside them, paying the price in broken relationships and insecurities, but always able to laugh.
God bless the siblings who go through all these seperate struggles and still love one another, and know that family is the most important thing.
God bless the children.