Grown Up?

Does the thought of a court date appearance make a child/adult grow up immensely fast? That, and probably many other accounts I don't have answers for, but it is a question that peeks interest.

Amy*, my sister, will be facing another court appearance come tomorrow (the first of two), and I doubt very serious she is looking forward to it. Yet still a child at 20, she is forced to see life in a shade of rose colored glasses not wanting to be worn. I would like to offer my small, but accessible support, but again, she is an adult, and I am just an outsider looking in at the perimeter of "this" choas. Unfortunately, the choices one makes in life, one must now see the World differently, correctly, because what makes this very vulnerable, is that a child who will be turning 1 shortly depends on a favorable outcome. The custody of a child, or this case, any other case presently now somewhere in the World; they all seem to have that varience that is so common among custody hearings. It is not a fight about who is doing what for the child, it is a disagreement about what is handed down within the Court approved documents both parties were/are to agree. Simply put, it is a fight over property, the child, and usually, these cases don't turn out respectively.

As I have blogged extensively on this topic, I want to emphasis I am not wanting to gain attention for myself. The Bloggist of the World have an avenue to express their thoughts, opinions, and in a sense, I feel I am apart of that World. Right now, it is the only item I have to offer my support. To write out my thoughts into words, and creating the masterpieces, the works of Art expressing the light, and the dark sides on a canvas. My support is to the child, Ali, soon to be 1 year old (and frankly, what a Birthday Gift this will be sadly!!!!!!), yet, I do not want to forget someone else I grew up with from 1989 onward. I do want to state, support is for Amy, but the real focus should be on the child, the child that will most certainly be obviously caught between the old saying, "Rock and a Hard Place."

Time will tell, or Time will be told! I do not know the outcome, nor do I wish to faciously place a bet on the ending results. It is the thoughts of this writer to try and stay as Independent as possible, although, I will say it is extremely difficult. When one wants to go to bat for someone special, like Babe Ruth hitting a homerun for a sick child in the hospital, that in a sense is something I feel like right now. The Game of Life, the baseball game at hand, it is such a trival entertainment sport, but at times can seem real. It is the bottom of the 9th, the home team is down, the score is 5-5, two on, two outs, and a single into centerfield, or more less a homerun would surely win the game. As the pictures on my Facebook page show, I am going to bat for my niece. I am a Uncle, and I am proud to carry that title......forever.