Preparing for Easter Sunday, this book was very much on my mind. For this Easter Sunday was so very different from Easters in the past. Our son Ben is out in San Francisco – this will be yet another Easter without him home; or daughter Elizabeth is home from graduate studies in London, but has been in New York all week meeting with her professors and advisers at Columbia University and will only be home for the day. And Olivia, our youngest, is home – but this will be the last Easter for a few years – this Fall, she is off to college. The house is very still and quiet. So, the refrain of Rylant’s book is very much with me:
“When I was young in the mountains, we sat on the porch swing in the evenings, and Grandfather sharpened my pencils with his pocketknife. Grandmother sometimes shelled beans and sometimes braided my hair. The dogs lay around us, and the stars sparkled in the sky. A bobwhite whistled in the forest. Bob-bob-bobwhite!
When I was young in the mountains, I never wanted to go to the ocean, I never wanted to go to the desert. I never wanted to go anywhere else in the world, for I was in the mountains. And that was always enough.”
…and inspired this writing exercise, with my three kiddos (now no longer kiddos) in mind:
When you were all young in our home, Easter Sunday mornings were full of excitement – who would find the chocolate eggs tucked away here and there, some in plain view and some just peeking out? There was laughter and glee and chasing and counting. And chocolate before breakfast.
When you were all young in our home, Easter Sunday mornings were about getting to church on time – about finding choir robes and headbands and the big hunt for our Sunday buckle and lace shoes.
When you were all young in our home, Easter Sunday mornings found you in the choir loft in your robes of blue, and green, and red. I would listen for just your voices, and we’d smile across the pews at end of each hymn.
When you were all young in our home, Easter Sunday mornings were busy and happy and noisy. I never wanted to go to the ocean, I never wanted to go to the desert. I never wanted to go anywhere else in the world, for I was with all of you. And that was always enough.
To our March Slicing community – thank you… I hope to see you on Tuesdays!
And to Stacey and Ruth…thank you again!