Striking Gold

Striking Gold

Thinking back over the years it is amazing how we as children think...

We know that one day we are going to live in a big house with lots of doorways. We will discover a secret passage way that will bring us through some amazing maze, full of complexity. We will majestically get through the maze only to end up by a small door, in which we of course are able to open. Behind the mysterious door, we will find a treasure box over-flowing with gold and jewels, more treasure than can possibly be spent in a life-time. We are so proud of us for striking this gold... This wonderful form of money that will solve every problem ever encountered. This beautiful treasure that everyone longs to have, and you found it. How proud our parents would be...

Or what about imagining how we are going to somehow stumble into this long lost land or perhaps an entire undiscovered territory? One that we may be the head of, where we are the rulers. As we walk around the land we stumble into a cave, where again we find our treasure. Again, we struck gold...

Sometimes life can over power us. It can be healing to think back on our wild imaginations. As I am standing here doing the dishes, reminiscing on how life came to be the way it is. Kind of wondering what happened to the imagination of my inner child, I had dropped my sons plastic insert for his cup. I cannot find it anywhere. It is a clear piece of plastic that probably costs only about 10 cents to make. I am searching frantically trying to find it. You see, my son has a swallowing problem that this plastic insert keeps him from choking. My heart is racing. I am moving dishes from the sink to the dishwasher, over turning other dishes, getting more frantic and frantic.. "did it go down the drain??" My mind is wondering, "what happened to the days we had as children, when life was so easy?" Then wait... what is this... Can it be? It may not be the same thing that I imagined as a child, however the excitement still does not cease.... I did it, I just struck gold.

Isn't it funny how life changes?

-Christina Cooper