Tania Rose

I don’t know that you can figure it out when you are a kid…I’m still trying to figure it out now. But I think you can enjoy playing and dreaming more as a grown up…because it is such a contrast to all the serious boring stuff you have to do….
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I love reading your journals, tania, always so uplifting and positive. I’m not sure i knew even as a child exactly what i wanted to be when i grew up, but i’ve always loved music and art. I do both now, but i’m not making a living out of them just yet – you never know though, sometimes dreams do come true!

You know somewhere along the way in my lifetime someone started saying Children are just little adults …. I think that’s when our children stopped being allowed to be children
I know the inventor of that philosophy wanted some adults to respect children as being people too but the backfire is that in creating this thought more people started wanting children to behave like adults and stop being so childish!
I mourn that lost innocence of our population. I see in my own children that enforced adult responsibility and maturity [from their circumstances] and I just want them to be children! to dream and play and laugh and explore and invent and discover and allow their fantastic minds to stay open for just a wee bit longer before responsibilities herd it into the dark tunnel of paying dues.
Oh sure there are windows in this tunnel and doors leading to places of wide open happiness and colour but if you start the tunnel too soon their eyes do not look sideways to see what they are missing – doesn’t that harken back to the days of child labour? – OK theyu are not physically slaving at a place to be given a megre tuppence if they’re lucky to be alive and whole to collect it, but what else are we doing to them? we have taken their imagination and substituted Virtual ones, we have stunted their creativity by handing them this computer tool. They cannot write or draw or paste or cut out or any of those using their hands … only a mouse & a keyboard! I actually once had a child in a 3rd grade class sitting staring at an open book. I noticed he’d been on page one for a long while yet I knew he could read. I asked him what was wrong and he said he couldn’t find the arrow. what arrow? the one you click on for the page to change!!!!! I am NOT kidding! prior to that he’d either read on line or had someone else hold the book & turn the page!
What moronic people are we generating by hooking them to a computer with the umbilical chords of mouse & keyboard!

Well all I wanted to be when I was 3 was a Mum and then when I was 4 and learnt how to write I felt trapped … I wanted to be a writer but because I had been so firm about being a mum I felt I couldn’t change … and no one noticed that I should have been a writer! I knew from the start my Daughter Gynnirox would be a writer Books fascinated her and so did creating letters. She could read at 3yo she read the first 2 books of Harry Potter in her first 10 weeks of school – yes really! ... and not only read them remembered the words enough to point out the variants in movie adaptations – By 11 she had read Shakespeare & thought him funny! Bronte, Austin Shelley … she was reading my novels faster than I was!

My Uncle Steve is the best example of living life to the fullest! He is 90 odd and still “works” in his field of passion – Quantum Physics! and what does he do to relax? play his grand piano that he learnt to play when he had time … aged 70! he plays to his fave taped music and corrects them! Including duets! He used to catch butterflies but he decided to stop as he was running out of them! and what does he do when he isn’t flying about the house working or playing piano? sleeps! or takes his wife for a walk or sees his sons and grandchildren!

I wish I had his zeal but his dreams were not from childhood – although his fave novelist was Jules Vern & he had studied under Einstein, His dreams became his life when he lay in Changi for 4 days on top of his dead brother to stop his inmates from eating him. He refused to build atomic weapons for the Japs or for Hitler and so he built railways…. and dreamed of escaping the world
My writing has always been hidden never shown to anyone for fear of having it torn up burnt binned or scribbled on in red correcting pen! but when I survived 556 days of not seeing my children or even knowing if they were alive, that’s when I showed my writing that’s when I used it to get them back that’s when I proved to myself that I was a person with a skill and not just a Mum! And be blowed with what everyone thought, they were NOT there to help me through the darkness of misery … but my ability to write was!

So I guess dreams are just dreams until you do something to realise them and for some of us that needs a life changing event to get us to see it and go get it!

So sorry for the length of this post – I guess you hit a nerve in me! [& I’m a novelist! lol]
Thank you for the opportunity to voice my thoughts! Feel free to pick it to pieces or even delete it!
It’s all still a steep learning curve for me!
Chookas! ♣

cool. This is on today’s Daily Wrap :)