"I can run fast around the world and bring you back some toast"

My 5yr old daughter just said that to me as I was upstairs cooking.

Amazing the dreams and imaginations we have as kids.

And it made me think about the dreams and hopes we have for our own kids.

I don't want to see her growing up to fight in war for a rich family, I don't want to see the press hounding her and dragging her through the mud if she becomes famous, I don't want her to be abused, on drugs, or grow up to be a real jerk to others, and a lot of other things parents like me think about.

Somewhere tonight an elderly woman lays alone dying in a nursing home clutching a pillow as there is no one else who wants to come see her and hold her. She was once someone's beloved little girl, and I hope my little girl does not have that happen to her either.

We are all someone's child for whom our parents once had dreams and hopes for, and they still do.

Somewhere out there tonight parents have lost their children through our war, car accidents, drugs, cancer, etc and so on.

And I don't care if the person who died is rich and famous, or an old lady in a nursing home whose best friend is the nurse on night shift - when you lose someone you love, it just plain hurts.

Joking about it is one way to cope, but it just does not seem necessary to get angry about it or vile or uncaring.

I hope that when my daughter passes from this earth (and may god make that not for a 100 years or more) the vultures won't be flying around her body before it even makes it to coroner.

It is not always easy to show respect, but it is imho always the right thing to do. We all made jokes about mom after she passed, she would have got a kick out of it (tell god to hide the remote, mom is on the way and she wants to watch Walker, Texas ranger!) but no one sat around bringing up the dirt on her past or bitching about the life she led.

She led her life her way, as I am mine.

Now excuse me, my daughter is back from her around the world run with my toast. I hope she remembered the butter.

I don't understand why people think that they need to say mean and hateful things about a person when they die. It really is amazing to me how low some people will go.

I am not a choir boy by any stretch of the imagination, but if someone dies who I don't care for I simply keep my mouth shut.

It's a very simple thing to do.

ever eaten; buttered or not. My little "toast bringer" grew up and was off on her own before I knew what happened, it seemed. It still is astounding to me that my daughter is twenty-eight and I am the grandmama to a five year old grandson!

Funny how our kids get older, but we don't age a bit! Just an interesting phenomena I've noticed over the years. :evilgrin:

"We are all someone's child." Yes, indeed we are and too many forget that fact.

Thank you for a reminder. :hug:

:hi:

This fellow human being appreciates your thoughts, and for raising a daughter who will have the wisdom of a good father to guide her.

:thumbsup:

I even read it twice.

I have a little girl too. You and I want the same kind of world for our kids to grow up in.

:hug:

Hekate

:rofl:

Thanks for the comment :)

My grandson is 6 and he's all about being a Superhero Master Jedi. He takes me along on his adventures.

Beautiful post. Thank you.

and stave off the invasions of dolls that she once liked but has gotten afraid of (only the dolls that actually talk, they are pretty realistic thesedays in their movements).

I miss the magic of youth sometimes. People just don't believe in much anymore :)