A parade? For me? How Exciting!!!!
But not even a little bit true.
Let’s start at the beginning…..
😦 no the beginning would take to long
where to start? where to start?
Ah, just go with the flow…. let’s start with the picture I have posted. Apparently, it is homecoming weekend for our school district. I had no idea. As I watched the band, and trucks pulling floats assemble outside my house yesterday, my mind traveled to a different time. In some ways this makes me feel incredibly old, because I have been there and done that. I participated in Homecoming events, not only when I was in High School myself, but also as each of my daughter’s were. Wow that feels like I lifetime or two ago!
At the same time, I’m not done with Homecoming. In as short as 15 years or so, I will have Grandchildren that might be participating in Homecoming. I will be telling the story…..” when I was your age we had to walk 10 miles through the snow, Uphill to get to school…etc.” ( Ok that’s MY grandma’s story, but you get the point)
I wonder how different the world will be even in just the few years.
Yesterday, while sitting in the waiting room for my 3 week post op visit, (more about that soon) my mind started to drift to a post that I read earlier this week, by Bojana at Blogging with Bojana. In her post she talks about spending time with her young son at the playground. She writes…
Another good thing I’ve noticed spending plenty of time in the sandpit with toddles is the presence and acceptance of all the colors of the rainbow, that is an utter and complete absence of racism and xenophobia in their world. While there’s possessiveness and envy of another kid’s bigger and shinier toy, there’s no discrimination based on ethnicity, nationality, religion, appearance or disability. The society has yet to teach them hatred and prejudice, giving rise to inequality and aggression.
As I thought more about her post, which you can read in its entirety here. I thought that I had the condition for the beginnings of Utopia right in front of me. I may be misusing the word, but here is the definition I am trying to describe…
an imagined place or state of things in which everything is perfect. The word was first used in the book Utopia (1516) by Sir Thomas More.
Even though we are all sitting in a Doctor’s office, and there is still pain and suffering, as individuals, no one was adding to someone else’s discomfort. Young, old, black, white, blonde, brunette, bald, overweight, underweight….we were all there coexisting. Peacefully.
That is the kind of world I hope to see my grandchildren raised in.
In the beginning of the post, I said I didn’t know where to start, so I just started typing/rambling. I actually intended to tell you about my post op visit, but as I “reviewed” yesterdays events in my mind, my foot became very insignificant. I am not going to say anymore about Homecoming, memories, hope for the future etc or even my foot notes….. I made a funny ( at least in this post)
Instead I want to ask you for your feedback. Don’t you think the world would be a better place if instead of drawing lines that separate us from one another, we focused more on the common goal of helping everyone “make it”?