Since I was very young in this photo, I do not remember riding in this stroller, but I look happy, probably because I'm in the front seat. 😁 My brother is behind me looking a bit bewildered. My brother and I were born one year and ten days apart. So, for most of my young life I had a companion, when our younger sisters were born many years later, we always referred to them as "the kids" as if we were infinitely wiser and more knowledgeable.
I had a happy childhood. Unfortunately, I remember the sad and scary parts much more vividly than the ordinary, everyday joys, which is why I am truly grateful I have the old photographs. No photographs exist of the sad and scary parts of my life, though they are embedded in my memory. Looking at the images of happy times helps to remind me of the many blessings I enjoyed over my lifetime. I survived the unhappy events.
Some folks say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. I believe what doesn't kill you enables you to be more compassionate and empathetic. However, I am firmly convinced there is a caveat for learning to be compassionate and empathetic since some folks go through hard times and become meaner and filled with hate. But my parents were wonderful role models, and despite the troubles they had, they always helped others. They always believed in equality and the dignity of all people.
Life isn't always easy. But there are always some good parts. My advice is to take pictures of the happy times and even the ordinary events. Print the pictures, or make them into books. Save the memories to remind yourself that sometimes life is wonderful.
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