Russell screamed a lot for a
four year old.
Five older brothers and sisters,
Russell found high-pitched and
extended screaming
the best and most effective repellant to their control.
four year old.
Five older brothers and sisters,
Russell found high-pitched and
extended screaming
the best and most effective repellant to their control.
When Wooden Woman’s Dog was
Cute Puppy,
Cute Puppy,
Cute Puppy would not go on a walk. Walks were a drag.
Literally.
Sitting down effectively
quashed Wooden Woman’s attempt to control her.
Cajoling
that escalates to wild gesturing and loud commands
that escalates to wild gesturing and loud commands
only made Cute Puppy cower more.
Fine. No walk for you tonight.
Little Boy Who Screams
eventually ventured across his family’s acre
and traversed the road to Wooden
Woman’s house
Woman’s house
where children close to his age spent the summer
digging in The
Big Hole and jumping off the shed,
Big Hole and jumping off the shed,
grocery bag wings ballooning off their
backs.
backs.
Skinny little towhead quietly
stayed as long a possible
stayed as long a possible
each evening that summer.
Russell was not abused.
Wooden Woman wants you to know that.
He liked to play.
In the fall he arrived with the kids after school.
And he would go home when
asked…
asked…
…except one midwinter
evening.
evening.
Russell hung on the counter and watched his mates
empty the dishwasher
and set the table,
and set the table,
he shadowed them
while they gathered backpacks and homework.
Russell watched from the floor by the wood-stove
while Wooden Woman greeted
Engineer.
Engineer.
Didn’t he think he should be heading home to dinner,
he was urged for the forth or fifth time.
Russell
sat down in the hall
sat down in the hall
the way Cute Puppy did on a walk and hung his head,
nudged
his coat and drippy boots with a toe.
his coat and drippy boots with a toe.
Engineer came over to help,
wriggled wet sox into drippy boots and fished thin arms into a damp coat. At
the final zip of the coat Russell grabbed Engineer around the neck and
whispered in his ear.
wriggled wet sox into drippy boots and fished thin arms into a damp coat. At
the final zip of the coat Russell grabbed Engineer around the neck and
whispered in his ear.
Engineer called to Wooden
Woman
Woman
as he elbowed back into the sleeve of his coat
and gave it a final shrug
called out that he’d be right back.
Russell and Engineer left together.
Shortly, Engineer slipped
back in the house.
back in the house.
I drove Russell home, he said. Wooden Woman almost laughed—they were the
closest neighbors, a long block away at most.
closest neighbors, a long block away at most.
Russell asked me to, Engineer continued,
when we pulled in his driveway Russell grabbed my
hand,
hand,
kissed it,
and jumped out of the car.
Wooden Woman wants to rest
with that Kiss for a minute,
with that Kiss for a minute,
go outside in the perilous darkness
with that Kiss.
So many nights now she rests in the dark with the Screamer
and Cute Puppy.
Wooden Woman thinks courage
is
is
A Little Whisper
that does not forget the
hand that helped you
hand that helped you
nor fails to Kiss it.
*
There is a mystery in hope
because we do not know how
God will intervene.
―Ravi Zacharias
because we do not know how
God will intervene.
―Ravi Zacharias
Courage is not simply one of the virtues
but the form
of every virtue at the testing point,
which means at the point of highest
reality.
–CS Lewis, The Screwtape
Letters
but the form
of every virtue at the testing point,
which means at the point of highest
reality.
–CS Lewis, The Screwtape
Letters
*
PS My Dog knew all about
kissing the hand…
kissing the hand…
*
"Hand, hand," as my little boy used to say when frightened.
I love this post. LOVE.
A kiss in the hand, I still do that with my kids. Something about a token of affection in the palm, invisible and present, stills fear. And the wings of courage, a breath lofted in the wind, just enough to fill a grocery sack and send it sailing, one act of courage reverberates. Maybe every good thing, somewhere, deep down, began with courage.
its a cool story…and heartwarming at russells appreciation in being taken home on the shortest of rides but…obviously it meant a lot no matter what his story was at home…and he felt safe there..