~ A CHILD’S DAY ~
THERE ARE SO MANY YEARS TO A CHILD’S DAY
YET, HOW OFTEN DO WE PRAY
EVEN IF THERE IS NO TOMORROW
MAY THEY NEVER SEE SUCH SORROW
BE CAUSE NO MATTER WHAT IT BRINGS
HOPE IS STRONG IN A CHILD’S DREAM
AND BEFORE TOMORROW EVER COMES
A LIFETIME OF HOPE HAS JUST BEGUN ~
Many years ago I was residing in a home for battered women with my son. I was sitting in the living room with a few of the other residents while several children were playing in the adjoining playroom. Watching the antics of carefree little ones doing whatever it is that they do (that always seems to be of some other world forgotten with age) I noticed a boy and a girl playing ‘house’ at the huge plastic toy kitchen. The girl was busy as she played the part of preparing dinner while her baby (doll) sat content in the attached highchair complete with a sippy cup on the tray in front of her. ‘Mom’ seemed to be humming a song, or talking sweetly to her baby as she worked. I can’t be sure which since there was still some distance and noise from the others at play between us. This is when ‘Dad’ came home from work – briefcase of some kind in his hand that he sat on the floor next to the edge of the kitchen then walked toward his ‘wife’ to greet her hello after a hard day’s work. Suddenly, his arm goes back as if to hug her, but with over excited passion, and very sudden momentum… his arm swung around fast – hand met face. Yes, He hit her.
Just a few years before this in a similar situation where I shared a room with a lady who’s only child, besides the one of her memory that was taken from her, was her own inner child that she reverted to at various moments due to severe ritual abuse. She told me stories of sacrifices that included her giving birth, and a life to be lived of always changing residence in order to keep safe from ever being in the company of those that abused her, and took her child. I would read Psalms to her which seemed to help. She had told me that this was the only thing that brought her comfort and strength in order to simply get (mentally and spiritually) through the days.
I wonder what these people wanted to be when they grew up. I wonder if those dreams have come true, or did the events that lead to my having shared moments with them steal those dreams away forever.
For me, I wanted to be a teacher. Through the events above, and more I’ve come to realize that what was taught wasn’t that the people who brought me to be in those situations were the thieves of my dreams, but it was a set plan that I did not even realize existed that is at work at the core. These stories that I write of capture the essence of what I mean by this; as reading often does. Here is another:
When I was very little, I often received dolls for Christmas. Every Christmas there was also that poker game that gathered the adults around the table. Year after year was the same, and it was during these moments that I found myself on a mission that was to succeed at all costs. This objective was to stack my Uncle’s poker chips. Every single time that I asked him if I could… I was denied. At that point I was forced to endure the torture of him abusing my dolls to such a degree that their heads were turned completely around, or torn off completely. Their limbs twisted around making them backwards and very alien looking beings. Today, I thank him. It was due to these moments where we find out the workings that are at the core of becoming who we are as adults. All grown up. It has taken me years to realize this. After so much time blaming that guy, or the other for being such jerks, or my parents for denied opportunities, siblings for teasing to much, or any other excuse that has kept me so far from any sort of teaching degree. To the most important reaches within the experience of life that I hope this finds you ready to face your dreams, and help others find theirs. They are never lost or taken. I sit here, corrected… I sit here and teach.
What do you want to do when you grow up?
Who do you want to be?
Aren’t you though?
~At this time, I suggest that you snoop through your own stuff. You might be amazed at what you find. – DED (Dreading the Eternal Dream) Mr. D. McGraw
Help inspire a dream by donating the necessary tools that spark the drive and passion within a child’s day on their way toward their own grown up to one day be… even if it is to not grow up as it should be.
Common items needed include:
Ballet slippers (all sizes)
Martial Arts Classes
Passes to Planetariums, Museums, Plays, Ballets, Theaters, etc.
Sponsorships for Scouts, Sports, and other groups requiring uniforms. No child should be without new equipment and tools required to participate with peers.
Volunteers to give personal instruction to children who are in abusive situations now residing in shelters, or having survived these situations. I know parents could really use your help because times are really tough at these moments of starting over. and keeping that light at the end of the tunnel from being too far ahead again.
Safe transportation to and from practice, events, and other required attendance while participating in the making of dreams come true.
PARENTS! YOU AREN’T FORGOTTEN!
Send your response, and that of your child(ren) to the questions above, and Little Hearts and Voices Inspired Dreams Project/GRACE
email@example.com or You may also write to :
49 S. Park 42, Reno, Nevada 89502
Rev. Lana K. Lilla Christian