the wheels on the bus

…go round and round.

I was thinking about the logistics of being a child this morning.

If you listen to some of these songs that are written for children, life sounds like it was designed to roll pretty smoothly.

Except for “Humpty Dumpty”, most of the songs are pretty positive. “Humpty Dumpty” is pretty tragic…but most everything else is pretty positive.

That’s kind of cool to be conditioned to believe that things are probably going to go your way.

We don’t sing, “The brakes are failing on the big pink bus, they’re failing on the bus, failing on the bus…the brakes on the bus are failing now…all around the town.”

We don’t go there.

There’s no need for reality to intrude on a child’s life.

Maybe it’s optimistic of me to hope that all children get to wear the rose-colored glasses as long as they can.

I know that’s not the case all the time. Everyone has a different row to hoe…everybody has something happening around them that could be good…or could be kind of bad.

You never know what’s going to happen in this life.

I sure don’t.

But I love having a background in all these happy little songs.  It’s a good thing to have only positive things to pull from when I needed to.

Some people say, “That ain’t reality!  He’s living in a fantasy world!  The world is HARD…people don’t roll like that. That baby needs to grow up, have another cigarette, and smell the coffee.”

God Bless Reality.

Sincerely, I hope he actually does “bless reality”…I hope he blesses the whole shebang.  Blessings on blessings on blessings on blessings. I hope He blesses it all so much that people pay attention.

I hope we really start to pay attention.

Things aren’t so bad if we notice the blessings.

So what was I saying?

Oh…that it can be good to be a kid.  It’s good to live in a world where maybe everything works…or you think that everything works.

We had some hard stuff going on in my family when I was a teenager…but my parents worked to keep things on as even a keel as they could.

They wanted things to be as normal as possible.

We didn’t sing the “Wheels on the Bus” song…but things rolled as reasonably smoothly as we could make them roll.

We worked at making things good.

I had some good parents.

I knew that then…I still know it.  They were good people.

It’s a beautiful thing to be able to give to a child…the chance to view the world as someplace that might be a benevolent location to grow up in.

Right now, the world’s the only location we have to grow up in…so it’s probably kind of beneficial in the long run to look at it from a positive angle.

This world is what we have….might as well make the best of it.

The wheels on the bus roll on and on…all around the town.

About Peter Rorvig

I'm a non-practicing artist, a mailman, a husband, a father...not listed in order of importance. I believe that things can always get better....and that things are usually better than we think.


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  1. “Whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are noble, Whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, Whatsoever things are lovely…meditate on these things.” Phil 4:8