Momentary Pauses

          When you were a kid, and when I say that, I mean just starting to get grasps on reality, like walking, being potty trained, getting yourself dressed, without the phrases like, "Your mother dresses you Funny", or going outside on your Own Recognizance, with parental consent, and returning to the homestead, satisfied with your accomplishments.  When those things began to occur, did you have dreams of being something other than yourself?
           Your awareness of self may of been limited at the time, but the things that flowed around you in your conscious intuitive thought patterns, made you conjure up that you could, when you grew up, or became an adult, as it were, be anything you wanted.  Those, I think were the days of initial musings.
            In my case, I think the two most prominent ones that stuck out were becoming a Christmas Tree or an Elephant.  Last week, a great niece of mine, named Madison, had her third birthday celebration. She had  conjured up in her mind that she wanted to grow up to be a monkey.  Since I didn't spend enough time with her during her celebration, for one reason or another, I didn't get a real grasp on her notions.  What I did experience was that her mother had made her a Monkey Cake.  Now, Lisa, had searched for a recipe for such a thing, and though she was a little miffed at the fact it came to pass that Martha Stewart was the only one giving her guidance into such matters, but she did precede to fulfill her daughter Madison's pondering notions, anyway.
            This is how it seems to have went.  You bake the cake into a bowl, and when it is done, you turn it over.  You then use cupcakes for the ears, and the rest of the design was visualized and you followed the directions, and then, voila, you have the perfect Monkey Cake, for a three year old to make a wish on, and then like Magic, Madison, with one quick and monstrous blow, fanned the candles out.
             I now suspect that her musings were somehow fulfilled, and her momentary pauses into her notions had taken the proverbial leap into reality for an afternoon.  I also heartily believe that she set a goal out into the Universe, had it come to fruition, and she could now, satisfied in a brief interlude for an afternoon, move onto other goals.