Wisdom from a seven year old

 As we climbed into the car this afternoon Canaan looked up and said, in all seriousness, "Mommy, wouldn't it be weird if this life we are living was really just a dream."

 He has never seen that Leonardo DiCaprio movie.

 Why would a thought like that cross his mind?

 Personally, I think that is pretty deep for a seven year old. But I have always known he was smart - I am  his mom after all. I have been there for every moment of genius!

 Are we living in a dream?

 Perhaps not literally. I don't think that we have alternate realities going on around us that we simply sleep through. But some of what we think is real probably isn't.

 The things we think we need, are often simply wants.

 The feelings we think will crush us one day are simply a forgotten memory a week later.

 The stress we carry, sometimes like a burden, but for others almost with pride, so much of it is simply imagined.

 What is real?

 I suppose each of us have to answer that on our own.

 My Mom told me this week that she wasn't giving up on my dream. I was going to have a daughter some day. She may not come from Africa, like we originally thought, and obviously, my boys are going to be a good bit older by the time they get a little sister, but my Mom is not giving up on my dream.
 Even though I had for awhile.

 The middle of March was Gladdy's fifth birthday. The first week of April was my due date for Anastasia. She would be three. I don't have either of them to celebrate with.

 What is real?

 Gladdy is home, where she belongs, with parents who love her and worked for her and prayed for her. That is what I have to believe. She may not be mine, but she is home.

 Anastasia dances before Jesus. She knows only joy. She, also, is home.

I, I have a seven year old full of wisdom, 

 A five year old full of fire,  

 And a tiny ember of a dream, still holding on, deep down inside. Maybe they will get to have a little sister some day? (although truly, I don't really care if we get a girl or a boy. I am just not ready to say we are done yet. Zion doesn't want to be the "baby" of the family.)

 I try to live in reality, truly I do. But a little dream now and then can't hurt!
                  
                                                                         Blessings,