Wednesday, February 22, 2012

From Reflections to Dreams to Legacies

"If I could look at you and see my reflection, who would you want me to be?"


I have two questions for you.  Number one:  If you could choose your parents, who would they be?  Some of us would jump at the chance to pick different parents; others of us would not change a thing, but remember that YOU are a combination of the spirits of both parents.  That's like saying that you are a combination of your parents' personalities, so be careful  who you choose.  Also know that neither  parent will know anything about this, so you can be totally honest.  Why would you choose these two people?  Which of their traits would you want and why?  Your honesty with yourself in answering these questions will be relevant for your answer to the next one:  If your children could choose their parents, would they have you as a parent again?  (If you don't have children, would any child choose you for a parent?)   Think about the  legacy you want to leave for your children?

It's so important to take a look at who you are and what you want for your future BEFORE you make those major decisions that change your life.  For far too many of the things we end up doing in our lifetime, so many of us are unprepared--simply because we don't really know ourselves, nor do we think about major life changes before we make them.  The problem with that is that we don't often know how to handle those changes and we have absolutely no sense of where to even begin!  Then everything happens by trial and error--mostly ERROR!  For example, it's the norm nowadays to just end up as a baby mama or a baby daddy and then have to deal with parenting the child with no idea of what to do.  How many people do you know who really took the time to get to know the person he/she had children with or even married?  Of all those people, how many have lives you wouldn't mind living?  In other words, how many of them handled well the major life changes they made?

In a world where there is so much tragedy and travesty, you'd think people would take the time to do some investigating before they share their DNA, but that is not happening.  I'm not even sure people realize they can investigate before entering into a permanent situation with another human being.  So I'm here to tell you: PEOPLE, STOP SITTING AROUND WAITING TO BE SCOOPED UP BY ANY SEEMINGLY AVAILABLE PERSON WHO COMES ALONG!!  Investigate.  Investigate. Investigate.  Know who you're getting involved with.  And, for Heaven's sake, stop sharing your DNA with strangers!  Stop having children with folks all willy nilly!  Your child has to live with the fact that the DNA you chose for him might be defunct!  We need to get back to a place where children can be proud of their heritage.  In doing so, we'll end up back at a place where people will love themselves and have higher self esteem.  In doing that, we'll get back to a place where children can safely play outside.  With that happening, people will become more neighborly and be kinder to one another...

...there I go again, dreaming of that place that our ancestors dreamed of.  But I'm not going to stop.  I am a dreamer, and am proud of that fact.  Maybe if I persist, you'll start dreaming, too.  And if you dream, others around you will dream.  Before you know it, lots of people will be dreaming, and little by little, one by one, it will catch on like wild fire and spread from house to house, neighborhood to neighborhood, city to city, state to state, country to country.  I like dreaming because it's contagious.  It makes my children look at me and not be afraid to dream their own dreams...

Don't be afraid to dream, and when you do dream, dream big because dreams are what make reality happen.  Reality happens, then life flows smoothly...until people stop dreaming.  So, in order to make life great again, we need people to dream.  What's the matter?  Can't think of what to dream?  Dream of what you want your children to be proud of--even if they are now grown.  After all, that's what real legacies are made of.


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