Random Thoughts of Amy Potts

While making a quick stop at the grocery store one evening, I remained in the car while my husband went in to pick up what we needed.  The windows on the vehicle we were driving are slightly tinted and I had the window opened an inch or so.  As my thoughts began to wander I began to hear someone singing in the car next to me.  The young woman was singing along with James Blunt, “You’re beautiful, you’re beautiful, you’re beautiful it’s true”.  With each line she sang eventually I no longer heard the accompaniment of the radio, but I heard her voice and her voice alone.  She had gone from singing “you’re beautiful” to singing at the top of her voice, “I’m beautiful, I’m beautiful, I’m beautiful, it’s true”.  I chuckled that night because I doubt that she knew of her audience.  Every once in awhile when we stop at the store I remember this moment and laugh all over again to myself. This week as I was thinking of this, I began to think of it in a different way.  Perhaps she did know I wa

“She walked out of the house slamming the door in rage.   Behind her the glass shattered and fell from the window of a door that had been opened and closed many times before.   Rage was the only emotion she knew how to express because she had great teachers in her parents.   The sad part is that she was only 10 years old.” And so the story goes in many homes. Children learn from their first teachers how to respond to life’s circumstances.   Fortunately and unfortunately those first teachers are their parents.   Nearly every day I read an article in our paper about how another child has been hurt, abused and sometimes left to die.   Why?   I can ask this question all day every day and never know the answer.   I dedicate this post to those of us who have battled through our past to find a better way for ourselves.   May we be mindful of the innocence of children and may we; even those without our own, be willing to care for the needs of a child. There Must Be More As early as I can r