i hear of her death this morning and it raises sadness inside of me. yet, there is also
so much gratitude. memories flood me, as i remember talking about the big question with all
three of my boys, three times through her book, each of them listening one more time.
their answers changed as they grew older and bit wiser. i suddenly wonder what they would say
today? are these memories from a mother's heart or gratitudes? a little of both i think.
but, i know this. . . i am grateful for:
undisturbed mornings, all of us in bed reading, because there was no work to get off to
or school for that matter. i am grateful for the hundreds of books we read together
and flashlights undercovers, way past bedtime because they could not put the book down.
i am grateful for characters we still talk about today Old Dan, TinTin, Hank, Bunicula,
and Matthias. i am grateful for dogs, so many dogs, dark forests, and magical springs. sailboats and old
railway cars. crickets in cages, bunnies who sucked the juices out of vegetables and cats who made us laugh so hard
dad came in to check on us. i am grateful for deaths that built empathy and made us cry. . .
ever. single. time. we read about Charlotte.
i am grateful for questions raised and the discussions that followed.
thank you Natalie Babbitt and so many more. i am grateful for your stories
and how they still have the power to touch my life today.