Friday, September 25, 2009
Sadie, Sadie, Little Lady
Sadie has entered my world. Sister to Ruby. Daughter to Mike and Marissa. When I was talking to Mike on the phone I could hear her crying in the background. This new world, this new way of being in the world, must be very frighening for her. But she has her mom and her dad, she has an older sister to show her the way. And, she has already made a small claim to a portion of my heart.
It is time, I think, for wishing.
At one time I would wish that a child would grow up in a world with no hunger, no hurt and no hatred. At one time I would try to imagine a world without prejudice, without stereotypes, without bigotry and bias. At one time, I had the capacity for such fantasies.
But now I wish for Sadie only three things.
I hope that she makes her way courageously in the world. Courageously expressing the essence of what it is to be Sadie. Courageously fighting the need to conform and the need to give in. Courageously expressing the individual spark that makes her Sadie. May she find love as Sadie. May she find joy as Sadie. May she never wish to be another. May she use pretense only in play. May she, now, take a Sadie breath and never forget what that tastes like.
I hope that she will recognize early the wonderful world of diversity. May she cook with cumin. May she read in many languages, sing in many tongues and dance to many rhythms. May she walk beside a wheelchair with comfort, may she always know the sign for 'dreams', may she be comfortable in her own skin and with the skins of others. May she come to understand the difference between cost and value. All things cost. All people have value. May she, once she knows I'm different, love me anyways.
I hope that we who welcome Sadie into our lives. We parents. We siblings. We cousins. Aunts and Uncles. Grandparents. And the odds and sods like Joe and I. May we teach her the breadth of the word family. May we let her learn early to feel secure in the fact that she is loved, she is valued and she is wanted. May one day, when she is 30 and tired, when she is at the end of her rope, may she discover that our hands have weaved her an extra foot or two. That we have stored up enough love, packed into every corner of her heart, she never need fear of running out. May we give her the foundation of knowing love. From this beginning, may Sadie, first crawl, then walk, then run, finally fly ...
I have not yet held you in my arms dear Sadie. You will recognize Joe and I when you meet us. One has a moustache, one is on wheels, but we both have rainbows in our eyes.