Tuesday, November 30, 2010

A Neverland Dream

By Pamela Major

I can still envision it perfectly now. My mother's arms were stretched out wide to help keep her balance on the curb and to embrace the morning rain. She sang, "I'm singing in the rain, just singing in the rain . . ." out loud as cars drove past us. Other children were also being escorted by their mothers to school. They stared as I closed my umbrella, jumped on the curb, and harmonized with her. We laughed until we reached school. It was then, as a 5th grader, that I made a silent vow with myself to adopt my mother's frequently said motto, "Never grow up."

The motto quickly turned into a dream after the abrupt death of my father two years later. This I can still envision perfectly now as well. My father’s skin acted like tights on his bones and defined his skeleton body. He had endured six months of an unforgiving internal concentration camp: cancer. Six months of treatment were equivalent to 6 years of added life for me, which translates into 6 years of a lifeless life. I was forced to grow up because growing up meant I was prepared for the worse. It meant that laughter and happiness were dangerous because they were vulnerable to the slaughter of real life. It meant no more singing. Life was too unpredictable to play and dream. Or so I thought.

My mother, although she was in heavy bereavement, remained true to her motto. Sometimes with a teary smile, she would ask me to dance with her in the living room. For brief moments like that, I felt a release from my adult persona; however, it was quickly replaced after the moment passed. One evening, my mother asked me to dance. I told her “no” in my depressing tone and her response jolted me, “Pamela, you are too old!” Then she went to the living room, placed the Carpenter’s record on her phonograph, and blasted the volume. She belted with the music, “I’m on the top of the world.” It was then that I realized I had total and complete access to my dream of remaining young. All I had to do was choose it.

Many people see dreams as goals that take a lifetime to fulfill; my dream also takes a lifetime to fulfill, but I get to fulfill it every day. When people ask me what I want to be when I grow up or what I want to accomplish in my life, I think to myself, “I will never grow up.” 


  1. I love this. You are brilliant. Wow.

  2. 1. You are incredible!
    2. You are an incredible writer!
    3. I love learning from you!
    4. I just really love you!

  3. Love love loving this post and I love you too but I already knew that! ;-) Thanks for the chat the other day!

  4. Wow. This is beautiful. Your mom sounds incredible. Thanks for sharing.

  5. Thanks for your sweet comments. Yes, my mother is amazing. I'm grateful for her constant and shining example. Becky, I'm sure your children say the same about you! : D