Children can lead us back to remembering, if only our eyes are open to see the path.

I remember being able to simply be, to wonder, to discover, to question and to speak my mind.  I remember love--lots of it, forgiveness, compassion and empathy--all taught to me; and of course, I remember my selfishness and slowly and painfully learning to make room for others.  I remember my shyness and how I quietly observed the world around me.  These were the experiences of my first years. 

My parents and grandparents instilled responsibility in me early on. I was taught to own my actions, my words.  I learned to understand how my actions affected people around me and vice versa.   I remember being taught and shown kindness and consideration toward others.  My parents never failed to tell me how fortunate I was and that in any small way I could, I was to help other people in need.  I took this to heart at a young age and have never forgotten it.  It has resonated with me all my life.

Before the imprints of loss, suffering and pain are made there is that simple truth that lives within all of us—the essence of who we are.   Remembering it, always, is vital to our being, our life force.  Should we forget it, we can get back.  I know this to be true.  If we are to change the world, I believe we have to get back to it.  And the children will lead us—all who are here and those yet to come.  And when we join them, all of us wonder children who live with our eyes open seeing the path will make the world a place of peace, love and beauty.