How different our lives turn out to be from our
young adult days of dreaming and believing. Even in the living of it as the
years slowly drift by change is inevitable, people die, marriages end, new
relationships and new lives come in to being and the cycle of change continues.
My generation never knew TV until we were in our
teens and, now, as a great grandmother I look down 3 generations of my life and
am grateful to have been part of a childhood that had nothing in terms of
gadgetry but everything in terms of an education in the basics of personal
development. A solid but raw grounding in discipline driven
values that instilled a deep and profound respect for every moment given,
unconditionally supported in true Whanau Ora style by grandparents, aunts,
uncles, cousins and family oriented neighborhoods, Sibling rivalry was more
about whose turn it was to wash and/or dry dishes and parental intervention
whether a slap or a growl brought an immediate end to the problem and hurt
feelings were just as quick to disappear. Now into my 7th decade approaches my mind
often goes back slowly, softly through memory to a place I called home - where
people now long gone set a pattern that allowed our dreaming and believing as
long as we did as we were told.
Dreaming and believing?...I've never stopped!.
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