Darlings.

It's thrilling to think way ahead into the future, where you've already walked down the aisle in that perfect, frothy concoction of a wedding dress and having the little family to call your own.

That little boy with the mischievous grin, that little baby girl with the dimpled cheeks and contagious laughter. Children infinitely yours to hold and cuddle at night and tell bedtime stories to, to toss around in a pillow fort and blow kisses at when seeing them off to school.

It's thrilling to know that in the future, you would get the chance to experience these sort of things, to revel in the joys of their childhood and having the thought of never wanting them to ever grow up. To remain that lovable, innocent girl with the sunny disposition and outlook on everything, to never lose that eager anticipation for new things in life.

& then fawning over them as they draw a picture of what they deem to be the perfect family, with you thinking that it's the best drawing in the world irregardless of the crooked black-lined lips and uneven dots for eyes. That moment when they learned how to ride a bicycle without the necessity of training wheels, you'll feel immensely proud and old simultaneously. Their warmth against yours as they jump into your arms for their daily hugs and smooches, burying their tiny heads into the nook of your neck, and how it fits, just so.

It's thrilling to think that they would come from a part of you, that no one else could ever take that claim except you, that you could have the chance of having a second childhood all over again just by being with the bundle of energy you cradle in your arms. & its also thrilling to know that their tiny little, beating hearts are entrusted fully in your care, that they look to you for protection and guidance, that you are the ones they run to when they're scared of the monsters under the beds or whisper to you about how they're awfully sorry they stole a cookie from the forbidden cookie jar.

It's thrilling, when you think of it, that in the future, the blessing of having a child to call your own would be bestowed upon you. It's a privilege in itself that God has indeed planted this gift, so that you may love them and show them the world that you grew up in, and help them shape a world of their own.

So, its rather saddening and disheartening that people nowadays don't see that. The amount of cases of child abuse is appalling, and i really began to question the humanity that people supposedly possess, that they could even think of harming young souls with their wickedness is indeed an atrocity that i would never be fully able to fathom or grasp. & i never want to.

What could possibly make them have the desire to hurt a child is beyond my reasoning, much less their own offspring. Fathers are their sole protectors, the stronghold they run to when they get scared, but instead fathers become the perpetrators and use their own position as the head of a family to abuse them? It's just disgusting to think that children have to cower in fear of their own parents for all the wrong reasons. And the saying, "Children should only be seen and not heard?" I always feel like giving a shove in this person's behind because what he/she said is total, utter BULL.

Because sometimes it takes the innocence of a kid to bring out the wisdom of an adult, that even though what they say may be the simplest representations of their views on their surroundings, but maybe that's all it takes to fully encompass and appreciate what is going on around us, to grasp something in its simplistic nature without cumbering it with the complexities mankind tends to wrought.

That the uncomplicated perspectives of a child would refresh and liberalize the minds of beings much older than them. & then they say that children should only be seen and not heard? If only adults sat down and listened to what they had to say, they wouldn't be shouting and screeching to garner the attention of older folks. But i guess even for that, most people would not want to waste an ounce of their precious time in their hectic schedule to listen in on the thoughts going through the brains of a 6-year-old. & it's a pity, really, because what children sees and hears and feels can be astonishing, surprising and endearing all at once.

If only we cared. If only we listened.

So, come to think of it, what was suppose to be a really thrilling and exciting experience for mankind as a whole, isn't so thrilling anymore.