And so it came. After the chaotic preparations and frantic efforts
to clear the mounds of washing and tidy the house for the Communion
celebrations, the day arrived. While the clean washing found a home, that was
relatively temporary granted, although the danger of out of sight, out of mind
has been known to linger here, and the house was cleaned from top to bottom –
and uncleaned by the trailing three and one and a half year olds, nothing
mattered that morning when my shiny eight year old son, bounced out of bed,
beamed at me and said “mum it’s today”.
And that smile lasted all through the morning preparations
and the hurried dressing of every member of the family. It stayed as he belted out
the hymns in church and reached across to hold my hand excitedly. It widened further as
he watched the magician with his classmates in the parish centre afterwards,
organised by the parents association at our school. And it was still there as
he greeted each relative with a little-person-sized bear hug and a thanks for
coming to share his special day.
And I realised that all my efforts to make the day perfect,
were unnecessary, because it was always destined to be so. It was about
him, it couldn’t but be perfect.
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