The Present Future

When we are young, we think of the future and all the things we can not wait to do when we grow up. Sometimes life takes us for a loopy loop and as children we either wished to hurry and get older because we thought our parents were unfair for petty issues or had to grow up at that moment and not think twice if this is what we wanted due to hard times. Now that we’re older we wish we were a kid again. Somewhere in thought we reminisce on the days when life maybe wasn’t so bad. Did you know what utility bills were? 

While resting in my house which I call home, I am doing that reminiscing. Now being an adult I am presently looking at my children who will soon be the future. Growing up, it was frequently said, “You are future.” So I question, “Is this the future?”  In the living room/family room where all the action takes place, my niece and nephew are here as well. This is my family, my future, our future. They are part of the mosaic tapestry we call the United States. 

On a smaller scale our home is its own House of Representatives and everyone of the little persons scuffling the floors has their own personality that makes them one work of art. Each voice has its own pitch. “Mommy, brother is...!” or “Auntie, cousin is...!” “Mine, Stop, Leave me alone!” These are the words I hear and the political stand points I observe amongst children ranging from eleven months to four years old. Changing their little minds is almost not an option. Teaching them to share and to respect one another while keeping their own individuality is challenging, but this culture of children in our country we call home is a battlefield. Constitutionally, the children have freedom of speech but say the wrong thing and trouble is coming. Negotiation is once in a while not an option and so curiosity kills the cat and the next phrase along with shrieks and cries I hear little Republicans screaming bloody murder against the Democrats.

Packing my thoughts away until later because the First Lady is needing to arrange a meeting and negotiate a peace treaty amongst the children. They are already headed towards me in protest; the oldest can talk, so of course almost everything is someone else’s fault because the others will not or can not testify against her. I examine their body language like the stock exchange and have a gut feeling that their unhappiness will soon sky rocket and that, “this moment too shall pass,” and will last only for a spell because history is bound to repeat itself and we will be right here again.

I catch sight of the future at this present moment and realize that my home, our home, has its own chain of  command and that I once was at the bottom and am now at the top, training my little constituents to be fruitful in what can be a cruel world. This is a cycle that repeats itself over and over. Heart filling with overwhelming emotions of my unconditional love for the Senate and Representatives. Their presence at this moment is so immense that whatever they were grappling about had no barring on the hugs and kisses I wanted to plant on them. The future is so bright that in this instant I realized that this is presently the future.