When life challenges, I tend to submerge myself into books. These books are like old friends and old places that are comfortable. I just finished Persuasion by Jane Austin. The Secret Garden is next on my list–yes, a children’s book. I read it first in 5th grade. Everytime I have ever moved, I pull it out and read it. Even at my advanced age!
The story, about being left out, then immersed, kicking and screaming, into a new life where friends of the heart are found and finding home where you are loved, accepted, and invited. Planting people roots takes a lot of work. So much unfamiliarity! Old books are like the home of an old friend where you can sit and forget the challenges for an hour or so.
The following poem, by, now don’t click away–William Shakespeare is one of those pieces of literature that grounds me, reminds me about my most important task. Except, it is more like a one sided conversation with someone who inspires me to think about motherhood. Shakespeare? Motherhood? It reminds me that in the midst of change, in the swirl of finding my place in this new community, that I cannot neglect my children in a quest to find that coffee shop, to unpack that box, to lose myself in that book that feels like home. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. It is my very favorite!
Lo, as a careful housewife runs to catch
One of her feather’d creatures broke away,
Sets down her babe, and makes all swift dispatch
In pursuit of the thing she would have stay;
Whilst her neglected child holds her in chase,
Cries to catch her whose busy care is bent
To follow that which flies before her face,
Not prizing her poor infant’s discontent;
So runn’st thou after that which flies from thee,
Whilst I thy babe chase thee afar behind;
But if thou catch thy hope, turn back to me,
And play the mother’s part, kiss me, be kind;
So will I pray that thou mayst have thy ‘Will,’
If thou turn back and my loud crying still.