June 29, 2018
Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might.
At six months, my granddaughter is teething. I had forgotten how challenging this is for everyone. Yesterday when I kept her she was out of sorts, and none of my tricks nor any of her teething devices did any good. She tried to be happy, she tried to smile. But tears welled up, she gnawed on her fist, and there was a piteous look in her eyes. My visiting friend remarked, “We all have days like that.” Which gave me an idea: Give me work! I have mine, a baby has hers. So I put her in her ‘office’ (her walker with toys attached to the tray) where she spent an earnest half hour, focused with all her heart mind soul and strength on manipulating the toys. With her right hand. Curiously, her left hand remained up. Invoking Heaven? Enjoining silence? Or perhaps it was a right-turn signal?
O thou small person, so dear: Blessings on the days ahead, especially on thy current work of growing teeth.