Vol. 9 6 / 2002	2^nd year edition
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A Child of Spring

Life really is interesting. Each day brings new surprises as long as we are open to life and all it brings. Spring is a time of year and an attitude of life.

This is the time of year that new plants come up and spread their joy. Our backs hurt from the lifting and digging. We go in the house and watch the rain, then comes the day when the sun will shine and the flowers bloom and suddenly we are wealthy with beauty.

This spring has been more than I had hoped. My azaleas are blooming pink, the rhododendrons are showing red and the forget-me-nots are a lovely blue. This is the time of year for hope, as we look to the summer flowers not yet present.

A lovely little girl has bloomed this spring. A much-loved granddaughter has been born. Her eyes are large and her hair is showing under the new baby hair. She likes to eat and sleep and is ruling her mother and father, not to mention her two big brothers. We have hopes for her also, each of us getting ready to teach her our strengths.

We are a strange family; I know this. Her father will teach the baby how to cook. Her mother will teach her working with fine woods. Her oldest brother will teach her how to read and the five-year-old boy will teach her how to color and to swim. I, her grandmother, am in charge of computers and football.

Each small baby comes into the world with all the hopes and joys of the world on their tiny little shoulders. Any child can be the savior of the world. Any child can be the one to find the answer to some problem that has the world held hostage, any child can be the one who becomes president or honored as a star of the world stage. Every child should be celebrated and honored as they appear in our lives.

I know that this little one may only be known to us, her family. I know that she will probably be just like the rest of us, maybe a little different from her school mates but able to chart her own course to some interesting life choices. Her life will be no easier than anyone else’s life, but we can pray no harder. We have hopes for her. We have hopes for her children.

I heard once that there was a philosophy among the Jews that if you kill someone you have killed the world. I think I understand that. Each life here on earth is spring, a time of new beginnings. We need to honor that spring in each child and in each of us, no matter how old we now are.

May your flowers all bloom this spring.

Virginia Towne

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