Monday, June 14, 2010
...And a Little Child Shall Lead Them.
"These are days that you'll remember
When May is rushing over you
With desire to be part of the miracles
You see in every hour
You'll know it's true
That you are blessed and lucky
It's true that you are touched
By something that will grow and bloom in you"
My mother's copy of Bartlett's was tattered and frayed...her favorite quote, though, she knew by heart: "And the lion shall lie down with the lamb and a little child shall lead them."
My mother had been gone a short time when my father, sister and I brought my daughters to an amusement park. The spot we went as children. It was a heavy mission, one fraught with memories. We tried to find joy in the carousel, in the horse ride or even the train. The same train that she held the girls on just the year before. Every ride we went on brought us to the same place we were before: lost and navigating the new normal. Their joie de vivre led us to an outdoor shower by the beach and from there, the path to new normal. We let them stay under that stream for a long time..and over it's din I heard her:"..and a little child shall lead them."