One hour in a different time....what day would I choose? This makes me think of so many possibilities. I think it might be sweet to be with my parents the hour before I was born. It would be sweet to be there again for the births of both of my kids - maybe the second time there weren't be some much pain. I would really like to experience the moment that reading worked for me, the moment that all the lessons clicked in for me and I could read. This is an exciting time to be with children. Right before your eyes their word has changed. Right. In. That. Moment. I would also like to be on the Mall when Martin Luther King, Jr. presented his "I have a dream" speech. I wonder if I would be welcomed as a Euro-American. I would have liked to feel the hope and love in that crowd. I would love to be in Chicago, Illinois the night that President Obama was elected. One hour in the presence of this crowd would have been exciting, invigorating, and energy giving! I would have love to be transported to the moment when women gained the right to vote! So, I suppose I should pick one. One hour at another time - I would have to go with the birth of the kids again. It was a sweet, special, magical moment that my heart has never forgotten and I would love to feel those thoughts/feelings again.
No comments:
Post a Comment