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Thursday, May 26, 2016

Age 1: A Baby on the Edge

by Dr. Margaret Aranda


It was my Father.  I knew it was him, and I had no fear.

My Father held me, and his arms and his scent were familiar to me.  In fact, I can still smell him if I close my eyes and reminisce just a little bit. There.  I can do it now.  I know he is gone but it's almost like he is just next door, always there.

It was a summer day, sun beaming into my grandmother's San Antonio living room.  The smell of bacon and coffee emanated throughout the room, boastful of the electric percolator that gurgled and puckered its congenial hellos to the morning.  My uncles and aunts crowded the room, as well as my cousins, and the room hummed with conversation here and giggles there.  

Children were running about, in and out the front door, boisterously slamming the screen door behind them.  The reason why I remember who was there, is because I was looking down on them all.

I could sit straight up, and no doubt my curly dark brown hair was tossed all about.  I didn't care about anything except my Father.  He told everyone,"Watch!"  My Mom echoed the usual, "Oh no, honey, your'e not going to do that thing again, are you?"  She was simply horrified and really, she was quite disgusted.  MORTIFIED! My Dad told her to relax.  She just stared at us. I didn't care. I just couldn't wait!


Image 1. Up! Up! Up! I closed my eyes and tried with all of my might to hold in the excitement.  I was sitting in his hand now, his right hand.


Slowly, ever so slowly, as I was Sitting on The Edge of his hand, he started to lift me up. He lifted me Up! and Up! and Up! and Up!  Straight up to the ceiling we went, and I closed my eyes and I held in the burst of exclamations as tight as I could.  Up! Up!  I went, dreaming of everything and dreaming of nothing.  I was On The Edge, and that was where I was going to stay.  I had no fear.  

My Father would hold me up, just like he always did.  
I could do this.  With him there, I knew I could do it. I held out my arms for balance. I straightened my back. I held my breath, ever so slightly.


My Father had me.  
He was my Father.  
I knew it was him, and therefore, I had no fear.

We should feel the same confidence in God.

After all, we are His children. 

And He is our Father. 

Amen.

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Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Age 2: Getting Past the Edge of the Bed

by Dr. Margaret Aranda


This is Day 2 of the October Memoir and backstory Blog Challenge, which is something about a 2 year old. To catch more on this, please visit   Jane Ann McLachlan . 


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Age 2: Getting Past the Edge of the Bed


"Oh boy!"

She woke up and had a quick thought. "Oh!"

The little two-year old toddler hurriedly threw the blankets back, bright sun-drenched room. Each orange night-light was still on, for some reason, and the red checkered colored sheets spoke of things and happy.

Each dark green pajamas were those kind with a zipper and feet, padded sticky pad on the bottom with that kind of stuff. Rolling over on her stomach, she is every body is positioned so that it was perpendicular to the body. She meticulously laid every head on the middle of the bed, which scooted all the legs so they flipped over the edge of the bed. This was the challenge of the day: to get past the edge of the bed. To get to greater things that were unseen.



She laid on her belly first, than grabbed onto the bedsheets with her little hands tightly clenched. Every feet dangled over the edge, now all knees were on the edge. One hand grip loosened and moved closer to the edge, too. Each hips pushed on the edge of the bed. Now both fists were white at the knuckles. Slowly, ever so slowly, she let gravity pull all down. The edge of the bed was now at her belly. Every feet swung from the bed, and they inched down.

"Uh! Uh!" She grunted as her eyes looked back at her owner. She looked backwards so hard that her eyes hurt. It was morning again and she just had to do it! "Uh!" She could not wait! She had to get out of this bed!

"Bam!" Every feet hit the floor, and she went tumbling overboard. "Uh!" Each body was now going upward, picking herself up. She was glad to be off the bed, at least. This was progress.

Quickly, she picked herself up and running StartEd. But she fell again. She had been in forward motion, and her body lost control and pitched forward. "Boom!"

"Uh!" She was sprawled out with her hands before her, elbows down. She struggled a bit. "Uh!" Wiggled this way and that, grunting as she lifted herself again. At last, she was on her padded feet again.

"Mama! Where?" All eyes searched left and right, right and left as she made her way out of the present-soaked room. She went into the hallway, scrunching her eyes to adjust to the dark hallway.

She looked under the bookcase. She peered under the chair. She searched. She pouted. Nothing was there.

Than she had a thought. "Outside!"

She toddled over to the back door, hands smearing another set of handprints on the glass window. "Oh boy!" She smiled. Relief. Bliss. Now she could play.

Her eyes widened as she saw them together. The brother and sister cats were licking Themselves in the sun, bellies up, no care in the world. They thought they were little people stuck inside of a cat's body. One was Fluffy, and one was Mattie. Today she would put them in every blue bucket, than put them on each slide. They would slide down the slide, and she would laugh.

She would do this over and over again, just like yesterday.

There was nothing else that she wanted to do.

That's all she wanted, and that's what the whole day was all about.

That's it.

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