Have you ever seen this children’s verse by A.A. Milne?
Now We Are Six
When I was one I had just begun
When I was two I was nearly new
When I was three I was hardly me
When I was four I was not much more
When I was five I was just alive
But now I am six, I’m as clever as clever;
So I think I’ll be six now for ever and ever.
Now I read it and think of the 20 innocent child victims from Sandy Hook School. I’ve never been so grief stricken and depressed over people I don’t know. But I’m starting to get that I DO know them.
Because I live with a 7,7, and 5 year olds. All their endearing nuances…like when my son raced home yesterday and talked about learning algebra (though he’s only in grade 2) and finished by saying “and I understanded it!” …0r the smell of my 5 year old’s cheeks when she climbed into bed with me this morning…or my other daughter asking me if I’m going to cry at her wedding.
I could go on.
In the meantime I am soaking them up, like healing hydration.
And this is what has kept me going.
Is anyone else still having a hard time?