The other day I was asked this question:
"What do I wish for my kids?"
I couldnt think of an answer at that moment but, after a bit of time to ponder it, I decided that what I would really want for my kids is:
1. That they have love in their life til the very end:
Be it from me, their siblings, their own children, a mate, or friends. that is something I've always wanted for myself also, having seen people who have had no one who care or to care for them. I cannot think of a sadder fate than to be "virtually alone". I give thanks every night for my family and friends. By the way, thank you again lord.
2. That they never know extreme poverty:
This can cover many things, as never being homeless or going hungry. But just because you have money doesnt mean you will always have a home, or something to eat, as we have all seen by the unforgiven absence of malice of hurricane katrina. What I mean to say is that they keep themselves in the state of mind to care for themselves and their families enough that they treasure " home and health" to a point that they will only experiance these things when watching the nightly news.
3. That they keep a sense of humor:
I had a chat with a dear friend here at grab the other day that has had her comforts of life torn asunder. and is still able to come on here and laugh and find a bit of humor in her distresses. What a monument to her strength to still find a smile thru a tear. god bless her and her family. thanks to her I came to the conclusion for my #3 hope for my kids.
4. That they stay healthy, mentally and physically:
This is a subject that i find hard to define, as I have been around physically and mentally ill people all my life. My mother battled cancer from the late 1960s to her death by cancer in 1996. My older brother and sister were clinically labeled. "schitzophrenic". My older brother never had it trouble his life and had many ppl to help him and stand behind him in his goals. Whereas my sister had a tough life, and died lonesome and ill after many years in a board and care home that was more "bored and careless". I have also worked with many developmentally disabled friends that dont know the ignorance and hate of so called "normal people". They give unconditional love and that is something I would give up my "sanity" for. I guess what I'm trying to say here is, I hope that my kids have peace of mind. for if you have peace of mind, no matter what your physical or emotional ailment you can be happy if you allow yourself to be.
This next one is purely selfish on my part
5. That they find a good rest home to stick me in when I've become a hinderance to them or there families:
This is hopefully a long ways off, but I know that I can be a pain in the (you know what) at times. And though my kids have brought me through the full spectrum of emotions, I would never change one moment in time. Not a fraction, not even those times when I was stupendously surprised by some of the diapers I opened. Nor any of the good or bad times to come. Hopefully when they are older they will remember and not regret the memories they have of me and find it in their hearts to place me in a home where the nurses have big boobs.
