Working with kids all day has opened up my world. I am embedded in a culture that regards bodily functions, Santa Clause, the Easter Bunny, and the Tooth Fairy as non-negotiable. The faith of these mini-people is astounding, and emboldening.
Can you imagine walking around the world with ridiculous...faith? A belief in the infinite possibility of life, and they ways to live it? I can see in the eyes of these inner city "youts" that most of them aren't tainted yet. They haven't been touched by the hand of cynicism or been defiled by self-doubt. They are tiny-little engines that run on hope, love and artificial flavor.
Somedays, I forget to believe. Before I can order my coffee in the morning, I've already lost sight of what it is that I'm working so hard to become. The wind is knocked out of my sails, and I dock on the shores of medicority and frustration.
I have to constantly remind myself to look up, to see what is in store, to believe.
“Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Clause."
1 comment:
I lost faith in the tooth fairy after losing my first tooth. It was way too soon but my parents dropped the ball. Having been told on numerous occasions about the financial gains due to the loss of teeth I expected to exchange my disgarded calcium deposit for one of silver or copper. However, when I awoke the next morning and looked under my pillow I found the tooth that I had stashed there the night before as opposed to the riches that I had been told were in store for me. Needless to say, I cried. My mom came in to see what was wrong and I told her and about a minute later, as I buried my head in my pillow, I heard the deft exchange of tooth for money going on next to me. The next thing I knew there was a dollar bill shoved in between the mattress and wall for me to find, SUPPOSEDLY from the tooth fairy. This happened a few times growing up and it only solidified my disbelief in such mythical figures. Unicorns are real though.
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