Dreaming

In our latest round of "What School Should Bel Attend?" I was struck with one thought. Part of me would love to put her in front of Sponge Bob for hours a day. Let her eat nothing but junk, never read a non-fiction book, buy her every 'of the moment' outfit and accessory, fill her ears with Hannah Montana, and never ever talk about the real world.

The goal of which being? Part of me longs for her to have a life of the carefree masses. The ones who think our politicians vote representing the constituents who elected them. The ones who don't think lobbyists make a mockery of the concept of 'greater good'. The ones who think our planet is not in trouble. The ones who don't recycle, save water or energy, and feel nothing as they toss yards of plastic wrap in landfills every day. The ones who think we have a strong justice system. The ones who think, or rather the ones who don't think. Not often and not for themselves.

Then again, I don't think even aggressive attempts to turn my girl into a flibbertigibbet would make a difference in the end. She's pretty smart and tuned-in for a 5 year old. She finds her own humor and lightness in the world, drawing it out literally from the people around her.