My almost 3 year old is a force to be reckoned with. All over my king size bed, I watch in amazement and slight fear as he pinballs all over the place grazing me and my 10 month old, but never really harming us. I hold my tongue to scold him and a flashback comes to mind of when I was almost five years old playing fruit roll up. Here's how it works, your older pre teen brother comes to town and gets all of the younger siblings riled up so we are forced to play in a huge bed room because my mother is too exhausted to deal with us. This room is shared by 5 of us maybe 6 I cannot remember. Anyway this room has two bunk beds, a twin bed and a crib, and we climb to the top of the bunk, wrap ourselves up and roll off of the top and freefall to the ground still trying to continue the roll screaming "Fruit Roll Up!" Well, that is the version of my memory, it may bid different with my other brothers and sisters. How I did not break any bones until years later in a freak kickball accident, only God knows, and I look at my son and think of the resiliency children have and as we get older Fear seems to become a closer friend. I cannot even sit near a swing set anymore without a rise of panic in my chest. But as that fear seems to holster me, I find that my fear has been replaced by courage in other situations.

Under the Veil

"We come into this world alone, and will go out the same way." This is a quote I read in an article about people and visions they had before dying. The article was researching the truth of the visions. Were they real or Hallucinations? Many of these visions held by people are that of their mother, which I found amazing. We are absolutely not alone when we come into this world. Our mother is right there with us bearing a pain that we don't even remember, and our father is usually right next to her comforting her and holding her hand, waiting eagerly to hold and protect us, So it does seem fitting, and to reiterate what was in the article, that our mother would be the one there to comfort us into our crossing over. Birth was not a vision, it is evidence of crossing over from one place to the next. Maybe the innocence and lack of remembering the first few years of life go hand in hand with being a true gift from god. We were still part celestial transitioning to the terrestial, hence the beginning of the veil that covers our eyes in this life from absolute knowledge and thus, begins our own personalized test and journey in this world which we hopefully will gain wisdom, love and understanding to bring back with us when our life journey ends and another unknown begins.......