I can still remember, sitting as a second grader in Miss Brungard's classroom hearing Charlotte's Web read to me for the first time.
My eyes were fixed on my teacher as she read us one chapter a day. I remember longing for her to read "just one more!" because my heart felt so warm and carefree each time she read that beloved book to us.
Twenty eight years later, I'm a mom of 4 (and one precious love in heaven) and, once again, someone is reading Charlotte's Web to me.
But this time, it's my sweet, beautiful, red-haired little girl.
After twenty eight years, it may seem crazy to have fallen in love with this book all over again because I have personally read it aloud to students, and now my own children, at least a half dozen times.
But hearing my daughter read it to me allowed my heart and mind to get lost in the story and, once again, be caught up in the beauty of the ebb and flow of life. A life, though not free from pain or sorrow, that overcomes difficulties with love and true friendship.
My heart, again, feels warm and carefree as my daughter reads this story to me and I still can't get enough.
Except this time, I don't want to not let go of just the story.
More than that, I don't want to let go of the little girl, with perfect inflections in her voice, to stop reading to me.
To stop being young enough to sit on my lap.
To stop needing me when she's afraid of the dark.
To stop giggling over a silly joke.
To stop slipping her hand into mine.
To stop being my little girl.
Oh, my heart trembles slightly at the thought of how fast the years are flying by.
In Charlotte's Web, E.B. White masterfully wove the plight of the human soul into a story that never grows old. We learn that it is necessary for all of mankind to follow the rhythm of changing seasons, the passing of time, the necessity of children growing up, and the inevitable changes of life. And yet, somehow, he conveys that while those changes are hard, they can be excepted and that it's okay to move along the current of life.
My days are often filled with the ebb and flow of love, happiness and warmth, but are also seasoned with tiredness, irritation over the careless ways of a child and the unceasing demands of life.
But I know that time is a sergeant marching me forward.
This knowledge reminds me to embrace the season I'm in with all it's ups and downs and to let our story weave a web of faith that declares to the world around me "Some God."
"O LORD, our Lord, the majesty of your name fills the earth! Your glory is higher than the heavens. You have taught children and nursing infants to give you praise...When I look at the night sky and see the work of your fingers--the moon and the stars you have set in place--what are mortals that you should think of us, mere humans that you should care for us? For you made us only a little lower than God, and you crowned us with glory and honor....O LORD, our Lord, the majesty of your name fills the earth!" Psalm 8
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