A story of love…
Once upon a time there was a little girl who lived with her Mommy and her Grandma and Grandpa. One day she gained a Daddy of the heart and a Nana and a Poppa of the heart. She was very happy.
She loved her Grandma’s little sand castles made of glittering sand. Especially the big black one with the curving road up to the front door and all the rooms. One day, the little girl – a little princess in oh, so many ways – told her Grandma that she wanted to live in the sand castle for ever and ever.
There was room there for everyone, she explained. Mommy and Daddy. Grandma and Grandpa. Nana and Poppa. Room for her and even rooms for a little brother or sister – or one of both. All this little princess knew is that you can never have too many people who love you and you’re happier and safer if all the people you love care about each other and are together forever. It makes life so much better, you know. The little girl – a princess, in so many ways – was also a very, very wise child. Quite often children are much wiser than we give them credit for.
Grandma agreed that would be wonderful. And each time they looked at the sand castle the little girl pointed out where her room would be. Where Grandma and Grandpa would be. Where Nana and Poppa would be. And she dreamed of love everlasting. Such a precious thing to have – love and acceptance and safety and warmth and joy.
Grandma always remembered that day. Every time she looks at the black sandcastle that glitters in the light, she wonders if… If Grandpa might still be in one wing, happily watching little children after the tutor let them go for the day. Or if the Nana and Poppa and Grandma and Grandpa might have been able to make the castle such a happy and loving place that the King and Queen and both the Princesses and the little Prince would be happy forever.
It used to be that little Princesses and Princes had extended family to take the pressure off the King and Queen who were busy running the Kingdom. There are never too many people to love you. Grandma cannot help but wonder if dividing all the kingdoms into little pieces means the future Kings and Queens just don’t get all that they need and the Kings and Queens have to work too hard.
It is easy to say that things happen and we should all just buck up and accept that life is hard, at best, and kids must learn to cope. But my sandcastle says otherwise.
When dreams die, when the sand castles fall apart, it is a sad thing. For children. For parents. For grandparents. Perhaps it is time to dream, again, of sand castles in modern form and love and respect and joy and acceptance. And hope there is, somewhere, a wizard of great power who can make it so. Or maybe, next time, it can be a lighthouse – something that exists in this world.