Wake Up!
It’s 4am and I can’t sleep. The cries of children woke me up. Not my children. Not the ones down the hall sleeping comfortably in separate spacious bedrooms in the safety of their own home. The cries that woke me up permeate out of a detention center about a thousand miles south of here. The cries for “papa and mama” float across the Great Plains and into the Midwest. They drift along the southern border and up the west coast. They skirt though the deep south and up into New England. Can you hear them? During the day, I cannot hear them. There is too much noise. We are busy. We have meetings to get to. We have jobs to get done. We have vacations to plan. Mom needs flowers on Mother’s Day. We have to call dad on Father’s Day. The kids need to get picked up. They need to get dropped off. Phones get lost. Grandma is in the hospital. Life is swirling all around us and we’re just trying to keep up. But at night, after I tuck my kids into bed and tell them I love them, af...