Isn’t it true that a mother’s responsibility starts with the fetus? Often times we hear stories about the mother’s attitude, aptitude, likes or dislikes affecting the personality of the child, who will grow into an adult one day.
I have heard so many stories about this, but it has moved beyond the borders of folk tale to science, where it has proven to be just so.
One particular story worthy of mentioning here is about one young girl who got pregnant, from the backwoods of Jamaica. To carry this stigma was tough (back then it was a stigma for a young girl to be but she found consolation in reading. She would read everything and anything and as her child grew, reading became a natural for him and he would become one immense reader above his age and his contemporaries. Today that person still loves to read, and I find myself informed and entertained, to say the least.
Indeed some babies in the womb like classical music, they like to play (As I proved with mine) they are indeed stimulated by their outside world significantly. How much so should a mother be a stimulant to this being inside her? How much so should her eating habit and nutrient intake, be significant to the growth and development to this child? This cannot be overly emphasized.
The colostrum in that first milk cannot be discounted for the baby’s immunology and proper development. Later on the mother chooses the best food for the baby (Or does she). Somewhere in the child’s life a different food takes over. The one that will make childhood obesity a problem. And like Sheriff John Brown (Bob Marley’s I Shot The Sheriff) childhood diabetes, and cancers starts to kill the child before it could grow.
Who will protect the children? When did the mother fail? Then if that child becomes and adult, the situation is compounded as we live what we learn; and pass it on to the next generation. We shouldn’t be surprised then that childhood diseases are so rampant now. (get link)
I remember the days growing up when these adult diseases in childhood were non-existent. I am not saying children never died. Yes they did but certainly not form adult diseases.
Our mother would make her own baby food instead of buying it in a bottle that has been on a shelf. She would make porridge from bananas, arrowroot, and soups from scratch with peas and beans picked from the tree. Potatoes mashed with butter, fresh from the ground. Milk also was never bought from someplace stored on ice with expiration dates, but was delivered by the local guy who have a milking cow, or from the man with a milking goat. Juices were from various fruits picked off the trees and teas were from lime leaf, orange leaf, mint, and “baby tea” bush, all attained from the back yard or over the hill.
Then I remember too, that as soon as our legs could take us we were allowed to run and play and that we did a lot with a lot of yard space, ours or the neighbor’s. At night s we would sleep soundly being exhausted from playing. Poor little boys and girls are suffering from cancers and other old people’s diseases! Could the artificial ways of life have anything to do with it? I would bet my bottom dollar that it does. Their little bodies have no resistance to the engineered adult food that is fed them. The burgers, the fried foods, the ice creams, are just a few. We shouldn’t forget the fact that these foods are produced with growth enhancers, steroids and antibiotics that make monster chicken; with big wings and big legs, thighs and breasts. The same techniques are applied to other meats to grow them quick for the bucks, and to run the industry.
We should not be appalled then that they grow up fast, or seems to do so. Little ones are sporting mature protrusions in scary fashion, and having biological functions that their bodies were forced to enter into, prematurely. (See The Real Reasons we Die, of a previous blog).
Who will begin to champion the children’s cause and to fight for those little ones from embryo to birth and onwards? It must be the mothers!
You owe it to your fetus and that little cuddly thing you suckle, to give a healthy start in life. Aside from carrying them in the world this is your second most important duty that you start them on a path of good health. Even thou it might not have been done for you by a mother who did not know better you can break the shackle. We don’t need those molds anymore; throw them in the river so they can be washed away with the other burdens.
There is an old song that says Mammas don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys, that country song by Waylon Jennings and Willie Nelson, underscores the fact that you do, mammas, have the first control of the destiny of your child. Those talented guys, were begging you to let your babies be doctors and lawyers and such, instead of cowboys who never stay home and always alone.
I am begging you mammas don’t let them grow up to be sick, with adult diseases.
My mother had to pay the price to see me suffer prostate cancer, I became a survivor, but could easily have not been here to tell the tale. Read my whole story at this link with other inspirational survival pieces. Please click this title link Prostate Cancer And Me...Or You, the Tow Stages, (Man To Man)
Till tomorrow walk good and pack light.