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April 20, 2011 – Growing up is hard to do…
I want to write.
I want to weep.
I want to turn the clock back eleven and a half years and hold my chunky baby who needed me for everything.
I want to fast forward in time, making stops at 16, 18, 21, 25 and 30 to make sure my handsome young son is healthy, happy and safe.
I want to be his constant shadow protecting him from harm, fending off bullies and off-putting-gold-diggers, helping him over obstacles I could never scale at any age and watching every cell in his body grow as the amazing human he is.
And yet …
I hold my breath, wring my hands and watch him ride his bike off to school alone knowing that he’ll be making the trek back to an empty house with nothing more than a key and a promise to call me at work when he arrives safely.
Which he did.
And we both grew up a little more today.
Ouch.
April 18, 2011 – Counting Here, There, and Everywhere
“There are many ways to believe about the force we call god…as many ways as there are flower petals, as many ways as there are thoughts.”
~ Stacey, a.k.a., AnyMommy
I read a beautiful post today and while I will not attempt to match the eloquence with which she addressed such an incredibly personal subject, she has made think (among other things) about how we – and by “we”, I mean “I” – quantify belief and faith.
If I have learned at least one thing in my short 43 years, it is that I cannot – literally and figuratively – speak for anyone else unless possibly given a signed, written statement notarized three ways to Sunday, sealed with incontrovertible DNA and a thorough background check. And even then, I would hesitate profusely before attempting it.
Current world population estimates have us near 7 billion humans on Earth. Seven billion. Seven billion hearts beating at their own pace. Seven billion pairs of eyes seeing, or not seeing, the world through a one-of-a-kind vision. An equal amount of ears listening, or not listening, in some way to seven billion voices speaking seven billion different vocal patterns. Seven billion minds contemplating an exponentially larger number of ideas, thoughts and beliefs. Seven billion singularly singular filters processing it all.
To say there is only one way to be a “believer” seems, well, a bit short-sighted, imho.
However, if that is what someone chooses to believe, then I would hope that same someone would offer respect and courtesy to the other 6,999,999,999 humans in regards to their beliefs.
Just saying…
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