Do you know the song "If Heaven" by Andy Griggs?
It is a lovely, sentimental song. If you haven't heard it is number 6 on my usual playlist which will be back up again tomorrow.
Part of the lyrics are:
If heaven was an hour, it would be twilight
When the fireflies start their dancing on the lawn
And suppers on the stove and mammas laughing
And everybodys working day is done
I cannot hear this song without being transported back to the enchanting years when my children were small.
I hear their laughter ringing out clearly through the dark night in excitement as they chased the elusive flickers through the velvet-soft, evening-damp grass.
I feel their joy in holding a twinkling bit of magic in their small hands for a moment.
I see their three little blonde heads bowed together in harmonious awe and wonder.
And I cannot hear this song without remembering catching fireflies with my own sisters.
These memories are as tangible to me as the keyboard I am typing this on.
I can close my eyes and capture that scent of mowed grass with just the smallest hint of fleeting time whispering around the edges of the memory.
I think of so many children today and I am saddened.
Where are their fireflies?
Who do these children grow up to be when their childhood is forfeited in pursuit of their parents desire for more money and bigger houses and always more stuff?
Where do these children learn their value of self when their parents cannot pull themselves away from their cellphones, PDA's and internet games to share a sorrow or a joy, to read a book, or to soothe a nightmare?
How do these children become caring and compassionate adults when they are raised without kindness and imagination and someone willing to kiss their boo-boos and nurse their sicknesses?
When will these children learn about humanity and the art of giving when they are surrounded by nothing but the selfish pursuit of self-interest?
At the preschool and the school I see so many children just looking lost.
Their eyes are sad.
And much too old.
They are already tired before they have even begun.
And I sit and listen to that song and I send up a simple wish along with my tears.
That these children with lost eyes and bruised hearts can somehow, someway find a firefly to hold in their hand.
This post is linked to Alphabe-Thursday.