I adore kids. My sisters and I often have this deep affection for cutie little babies/kids. We always tease and banter each other about having our own kids so that we can play with our nieces and nephews. While since it's kind of a little way too early to make this dream become reality, we'll just have to admire other babies for the time being, from a distance.
Recently I came across a compelling entry blogged about kids adoption in one of my daily reads. Speaking of kids adoption, well actually I've been thinking about adopting children (sponsoring to be precise) from third world countries since I was in college. The thought still exists yet I haven't been anticipating anything further. I am telling myself once I'm financially stable and then I'll be all ready to fully commit on this.
I am always grateful for having a loving family and supportive parents. I feel that I have to share my bliss with others. Kids are lovely and as the future generation, they deserve to be on the top priority of the crux of the society. Yet there are myriads of young children suffering from sicknesses, dying of hunger and thirst, lack of proper education and shelter, struggling for basic human rights to survive in this supposingly modern and civilised world! These dainty little cuties in agonies really grieve me. I feel that I have to do something. It won't deprive much from us to sponsor a kid. The cost of a pair of jeans or a pair of sneakers is sufficient to cover the entire living costs of one kid if not more per month in those countries, and of course some love and concern would be desiderata as a caretaker/mentor. Mother's instinct needs not necessary. Everyone can put in their effort if you are willing to.
I'm putting this plan down as one of my top-wanna-do lists in my agenda. Once I've found myself a job, I'll definitely anticipate this meaningful program. If I remain single in the later phase of my life, then probably I'll even envisage of adopting a child, preferably a girl. We'll find out how tip-top I'll be as a mother then, while meanwhile I'm trying to be a well-behaved daughter of my parents. *teehee*
I'm going to leave here by sharing an old song called GREATEST LOVE OF ALL by Whitney Houston. For some strange reason, each time I listen to this song, I'll have a vivid picture of children capering in the playground with joy and laughter. If you find me grinning with this song playing, you'll definitely know why.
Recently I came across a compelling entry blogged about kids adoption in one of my daily reads. Speaking of kids adoption, well actually I've been thinking about adopting children (sponsoring to be precise) from third world countries since I was in college. The thought still exists yet I haven't been anticipating anything further. I am telling myself once I'm financially stable and then I'll be all ready to fully commit on this.
I am always grateful for having a loving family and supportive parents. I feel that I have to share my bliss with others. Kids are lovely and as the future generation, they deserve to be on the top priority of the crux of the society. Yet there are myriads of young children suffering from sicknesses, dying of hunger and thirst, lack of proper education and shelter, struggling for basic human rights to survive in this supposingly modern and civilised world! These dainty little cuties in agonies really grieve me. I feel that I have to do something. It won't deprive much from us to sponsor a kid. The cost of a pair of jeans or a pair of sneakers is sufficient to cover the entire living costs of one kid if not more per month in those countries, and of course some love and concern would be desiderata as a caretaker/mentor. Mother's instinct needs not necessary. Everyone can put in their effort if you are willing to.
I'm putting this plan down as one of my top-wanna-do lists in my agenda. Once I've found myself a job, I'll definitely anticipate this meaningful program. If I remain single in the later phase of my life, then probably I'll even envisage of adopting a child, preferably a girl. We'll find out how tip-top I'll be as a mother then, while meanwhile I'm trying to be a well-behaved daughter of my parents. *teehee*
I'm going to leave here by sharing an old song called GREATEST LOVE OF ALL by Whitney Houston. For some strange reason, each time I listen to this song, I'll have a vivid picture of children capering in the playground with joy and laughter. If you find me grinning with this song playing, you'll definitely know why.
♥ every page of my imagination
