The Magic You Carry!

Dear Child,

Today is your day.

Not because of the gifts you may receive or the celebrations around you, but because the world is brighter simply because you are in it.

I hope you never stop asking questions, never stop imagining impossible things, and never stop believing that kindness matters. The way you see the world—with wonder, honesty, and curiosity—is something many adults spend their lives trying to rediscover.

There will be days when you feel brave, and days when you feel afraid. Days when you succeed, and days when you stumble. Through all of them, remember this: your worth is not measured by your grades, your talents, your appearance, or what others think of you. You are valuable because you are you.

Keep your heart open. Laugh loudly. Dream boldly. Be gentle with others and with yourself. The world needs your creativity, your compassion, your unique voice, and the beautiful things only you can bring.

May you grow up surrounded by love, protected by kindness, and encouraged to become exactly who you are meant to be.

And whenever life feels uncertain, remember that there are people who believe in you, cheer for you, and hope for your happiness—even before they know your name.

Happy Children’s Day.

With love and hope,

Kairo! 🌍❤️👧👦✨

Dream Then!

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We are made to dream, to think like paper kites, to fly.
We are made to dance, swim and play ball, to sing a new song.
We are made to be children of the world, butterfly of tomorrow to run through the mirror and the forest, unannounced,
gaze at the horizons, a clip of our imagination.
We are made to dream.
A dream, any dream, that dream in the corner of the tree, in the swing set on a backyard, in the playground of the paper mill.
A dream is inexpensive. It is colorless. It has no boundaries or covers
but it speaks,
it leaves marks and unaccounted stains
endless driveways.
It is gratis.
Dream then!

©️ Angela Aguiar

Back When I Was a Child

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I could not wait to get older. I now, sometimes, wish I was a kid again.
My mom made sure I knew my A’s from B’s.
We had toys, games and riding my bicycle was my heaven on earth.
We actually knew our neighbor’s names.
When I knew I was going to get a whooping, I would run out faster before I could scream, run!
People broke crayons and not hearts.
Rock & Roll was the thing.
The birds I used to draw look like flying mustaches.
I did not have to worry about owning the newest technology.
We had to rewind the VHS and not just skip to a scene.
I thought dust bunnies were a real animal.
I climbed on the trees, played with boys and somehow it was alright.
I would have never imagined that I would be where I am today.
Internet? What was that?!
Life was so much simpler!

©️Angela Aguiar