When we are small children we tend to look for strong arms. For someone to love and direct us to a world thats safe and secure. A place where we learn and grow to be wise and content. Its a world that seems to only exist when we are little. Reality sets in that we are safe as long as we hold true to the beliefs from when we were children. Our beliefs have a way of branching us out, molding us and making us who we are meant to be. The days spent fishing with grandpa or cooking with grandma seem to disappear over the years. Perhaps our memories are a little different. For me and my cousins, it was "mud pies" on grandmas front porch and grandpas games of being "a bump on a log." Occasionally it was the smell of grandmas friend chicken, mashed potatoes and milk gravy. Still those smells bring a smile to my face. Just the thought of Grandpa and his "Juicy Fruit gum." So many warm memories and the sounds of voices that kept me encouraged day after day to attempt to fill my dreams, whatever they may have been. Now we have grandchildren of our own and I often think of and wonder what memories they will hold dear to them. What will I do or say that will keep them safe and secure in the future to come. Will it be a word, an action or maybe several different combinations. The belief has become, to find a daily positive in our lives because you never know what might make them strong in years to come. What they might take with them in their struggles. What moment might they think of that will help them to branch out and reach for what they want. Begining from a young age, character is born and encouraged.... to stand alone is inevitable but "Standing Alone" with memories backing us is amazing and thats what keeps us strong through whatever may come our way...
