Over the years I have met people of all ages and walks of life who have inspired me. Today I feel an emptiness as one of my favourite friends, a favourite wee pal named Molly (who is only 3 ½ years old) makes her way back to Denmark with her wonderful parents, Anne Sofie and Michael and her 6-month-old brother Mason. Molly and her family were wonderful neighbours and filled our lives with joy, playful pondering, soccer, servant leadership and above all awestruck wonder.
Anne Sofie and Michael as young parents we were awestruck with your calm, grounded, loving, consistent parenting that soothed and gently directed your children. Mason, my wee, wee, infant friend I will miss getting to know you. At 6 months your charm and sparkle have a way of captivating everyone. You can’t speak with words, but your eyes draw us in like a magnet, you struggle to sit up to be noticed and you make huge efforts at mouthing words with your creative sounds.
Molly…. Mini, Mighty, Merry, Molly … I will miss your wonderful energy. Over the past year and a half, I have been gobsmacked by your resilience, determination, kind and positive attitude. You have learned two languages, English and Danish, which at times has sounded like Danglish (:) Donna) and have persisted consistently to communicate with both languages never crying in frustration. Molly, you exuded, purity of positive, patient, persistent, perspective. Sweet wee friend never lose these qualities! This my dear, will hold you in good stead. Embrace the magic of every moment and always be the butterfly ready to stare the dragon in the eye, enchanting the beast, (whatever it is).
I hope to illustrate a new story written for Molly in this next year, but in the meantime here is a poem I penned for you.