ONE DREAM FOR CHILDREN

My career fell into my lap twice. It's a long story I'll tell some other time, but my point is that it came to me as one of those mysterious "gifts of fate" which I never thought of seeking but which I could not refuse.

I started out working at a home for children. My job was to facilitate the return of children back to their families. Though I dealt with the children of course, my main role was to help the parents so their children could return home safely and with some structure. Working with families became my passion and my cause.

I was put in jail once. The judge said I was in contempt because I couldn't talk a mother into disclosing the whereabouts of her son. He knew she would feel sorry for me and finally comply. She did. This was just one of the many challenging and sometimes scary experiences I confronted.

But my experiences amount to nothing compared to the experiences of some of the children that crossed my life. They had lived what no one should live. Often it was their own parents who had inflicted unfathomable abuse. I'll spare you the details.

I once had a private practice with a friend who specialized in children's therapy and another in art therapy. I often provided psychotherapy to the parents.

One day the child therapist had a conflict in her schedule. She asked if I would take three little children home once they finished their session with the art therapist. The children did not know me but when I told them I was taking them home, they had no questions. With complete trust, they piled into my car.

As I drove, I occasionally looked in the rear view mirror. They were content and free of worry. I couldn't help but wonder, what if I had been someone else? What if someone with intentions to...

I have never forgotten their innocent beauty. It is inherent to all our children.

I'm writing this in response to a blog hop at countryfriedmama. She had the ingenious idea to support a cause by asking "What kind of world do you want for your children?".

My answer is that as much as I loved my career, I would love even more a world where there is no need for family interventions resulting from abuse or neglect of children.

It is my one dream for our children: that they be safe.

The Joyful Heart Foundation was started by Mariska Hargitay from Law and Order SVU. It's mission is to raise awareness and promote healing to children and adults who have been victim's of sexual assault and abuse.

If you'd like to post an entry to help raise awareness click here.

BEING HAPPY

My eighty-two year old aunt Hilda can make you laugh at the silliest things. When one asks about her pain from severe arthritis she immediately lets you know she'd rather not talk about pain, then she laughs at one of her own ridiculous jokes.

Max is a young man who smiles and always has something good to report about his day. Max's mother abandoned him when he was a few months old. His father neglected and abused him until Max had to be removed and placed in a foster home. He is developmentally delayed, has cerebral palsy and is quadriplegic. Nothing in his life thus far, has prevented him from spilling his joy.

We all know people like that, they just can't help being happy. It is the most distinct aspect of their personalities. They're not artificially cheerful, they just embody happiness no matter how life has treated them.

Unfortunately, we're not all like that.

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After some contemplation I have come to one conclusion: happiness is not a constant companion. In order to possess it, we need to cultivate it within ourselves and watch it multiply in intensity and frequency.

I remember once writing about random acts of kindness, and proposing that although random kindness is wonderful - intentional, purposeful, and planned kindness may be even better. I'm beginning to think happiness is similar. That we can do it with intention, on purpose and with some planning. But maybe we need to start with random acts of happiness just to start creating a habit.

My recommendations? dance, sing, observe nature, smile, be still if that suits you. Take note that all these things are free and need not be pursued. We already have these little things at our disposal and probably just need to practice them more often to enhance our happiness quotient.

But, if you're like me, you may tell yourself that you'll be truly happy when...something fantastic happens. I suppose there's nothing wrong with that. But if I am so intent on some future outcome, I may miss all the little opportunities for happiness along the way. The journey is worth enjoying as much as the destination. It has been found that often when we reach what we considered the pie in the sky, it's a disappointment or we find another pie to go after. So maybe there is a lot to be said for those little things.

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Our U.S. founding fathers ensured that we have the right to pursue happiness. Funny they never said we have the right to happiness. It seems they knew something profound - that happiness is like a game of hide and seek to which we are all addicted. And when we taste its substance, we just want more, more. Perhaps its because, as some profess, we are meant to be happy and we are seeking our true nature. Or perhaps, its just part of the yin/yang that complements its opposite in the script of our existence. The fact remains - pursue it we must with or without a national constitution.

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I read somewhere that these are the secrets to a happy life:

connecting socially

being active

being mindful

continuing to learn

being generous

They all seem like worthy factors. Based on this, I should be pretty happy. Yet, there are times when happiness disappears like a magical illusion, like a floating balloon that gets swallowed by the sky only to surprise me again sometime when I least expect it - life performing random acts of kindness.

Because it is so elusive, we must enjoy it when it is here. To me this means being on the alert for its arrival and nurturing it so it will stay a little longer in this moment. We must invite it back, and allow it to be creative wherever it dwells - perhaps in places we never thought of pursuing it.

I recall my grandmother always reminding me that there is no such thing as true and complete happiness. I thought she was just bitter at life and that may be so. But as I dig deeper into what I know, I realize that she was right. But we need not frame this so negatively.

Happiness seems to occur in glimpses, some lasting longer than others. Inevitably it fades. Meanwhile it is good to wallow in gratitude, thank life for the moment and enjoy.

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"My advice to you is not to inquire why or whither, but just enjoy your ice cream while it's on your plate."

Thornton Wilder