12.01.2006

My geese are reminding me ...

I do not know where they were all summer. Perhaps my geese are a special flock and they go down south for the summer when they know that I will be okay and then come back to me for the winter. Maybe they only honk into my heart when I need to be reminded that my life is filled with magical gifts. When I need to remember to stop and take a deep breath and just be present. It seems like almost every time I step out in the morning that they draw my attention to their funny sounds or perfect formation. I always wonder what it is that they think. Sometimes I think that they like to play games with my head by flying funny, like with one really long tale, or all crazy like they are drunk. I wish that I could fly with them just one day. What fun that would be. I just know they are a fun flock.

I was volunteering at the Y on Tuesday and a mom brought in her beautiful little 2 year old. I could tell even before mom got ready to leave that this little one was going to give us a good little scream about the whole being left behind thing. I looked at my exhausted co-worker and said that I would take this one. As I tried to distract her and mom b-lined it for the door her little body began to shake and the tears rolled down her perfect little round cheeks. Soothing her I grabbed a book, sat in the rocking chair and gave my best attempt at being that little blue sesame street monster. As I read I could feel her body slowly melt into the bends and crevasses of mine, and sense her heart return to a calmer beat. It was not long before the color of her eyes were taken over by curly lashes and with her little hands held closely to her face and chest she slipped into a world of dreams. As I continued to rock she fell deeper and deeper into the magical peaceful place children go when they sleep and cuddled and curled. Her hands came down exposing her face and her heart and you knew she felt safe. I turned to my friend and asked her if she could imagine having such a peaceful sleep in the lap of a stranger. Sometimes in my job I forget just how vulnerable and trusting little ones are. As much as children are little adults, they are so uniquely children and so not like adults at all.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Amen sister! Just finished off p-t interviews and it is sooo important to remember their little hearts and souls are still fragile and hopeful...xxoo QT

Anonymous said...

Just goes to show what a good judge if character kids are.
Love you and miss you lots!
Deb

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