When we were about 5 or 6 years old, we developed a sense of fairness based on equal distribution--the same number of cookies, or marbles or crayons for each. Through the years, our understanding shifted, to include the value of the object--and then one of my loved items did not necessarily equal one of yours.
And where might our 5 year old be?
She or he sleeps within our hearts, awakening at the call of tragedy. It's not fair, she exclaims. Why me? she demands to know. If we can pause to hold our child, the frightened 5 year old within, the melded tears can wash the fears and perhaps reveal a fairness complete.
And on the best of days, we realize that all is given to help us become who we were created to be.
And where might our 5 year old be?
She or he sleeps within our hearts, awakening at the call of tragedy. It's not fair, she exclaims. Why me? she demands to know. If we can pause to hold our child, the frightened 5 year old within, the melded tears can wash the fears and perhaps reveal a fairness complete.
And on the best of days, we realize that all is given to help us become who we were created to be.
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