Now we’re on to The Last Battle. It makes me think more than any of the others I think. I’ll have to write more about it soon.
I’m a little hesitant to finish this Narnia series. Although it’s taken us years to get through it, between all the other things she’s been reading and how life gets in the way, now we’re reading too fast. I don’t want our reading together, snuggled up close, to fade away like it has with all my other kids.
It is so real and tangible now. Her wide-eyes, begging me to read just a little more when I tell her we have to wrap it up. Her wonder at what is happening, her predictions as to what will happen, her interruptions over and over with too much excitement explaining why such-and-such is the way it is. The weight of her arm sometimes resting on mine, her head on my shoulder, appreciated more than ever because she doesn’t let that happen much…and because she’s my last. All that is so real to me now…ordinary almost.
But not quite because I know well by now the process of how it will fade. Just like these kids marching off with their backpacks to school has faded:
And matching Easter dresses:
These four piled up, Lucy no doubt drawing on her arms or stomping around in her beloved crocks somewhere close-by:
A sister’s gymnastics class after a lazy afternoon of swimming…
…so few sports or carpools or the interruptions that bombard our days now.
I just read this post back HERE today about those good old days when my kids were little enough to be tucked in at a normal hour every night. It told about a crazy day, and I know there were many crazy days mixed in there. But those were good days.
Days when I could sit and read with them at night and they were all under my roof, fast asleep by 9:00.
See the writing on those feet up there?
I miss them.
Ok, sorry, tangent that has made me all emotional. But I do so want to hold on to these “Narnia days.” And I am thankful for them every single time they come around because I know better than to take them for granted.
Let’s get back to books.
Because speaking of good books, for my book club we finished (I listened) the third book I mentioned back HERE in this post about good books. It was called Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine (and you can find it HERE).
At first I wasn’t sure where that thing was taking me. I liked the writing but I was trying to figure out that Eleanor. Then it took me on such a journey that reminded me so much that everyone has such their own individual story (wrote lots of thoughts about that back HERE). It was a lot like A Man Called Ove but I think I liked it even better.
I thought it was a powerful story of the ripple effects of kindness from one good person. Such a little thing at first, one man just being willing to look past some social awkwardness and make a friend.
And it led to so much more.
There are so many people out there suffering. There are so many people who are going through their own secret sorrows. We need each other. We need to look out for each other.
I want to try to be a little more like Raymond in that book. Look into the heart a little more than what I can see on the outside. There are so many people walking around, trying to put on a smile each day, acting like all is fine and dandy when inside there is darkness and sorrow…and sometimes so much hopelessness. I have realized more than ever lately that problems run even deeper than we can sometimes imagine. And love is the answer to so much of the sadness and loneliness out there. I just loved how Raymond shone with hope, because he was willing to do something as simple as being a friend.
I love the new “ministering” mission of the church announced at Conference. Hoping to have a “summer of service” in our family trying to figure out how to minister better right in our own community. Maybe we’ll call it the “Raymond mission.” 🙂 If anyone has any excellent community service ideas send them on over.
I challenge us all to do one extra thing to lift someone around us today. It could be a text, a phone call, a smile, a little secret service. It doesn’t have to be big to make a difference. The little things tend to become the big things in life.