Our family is very busy. Some days one member of the family almost
is unrecognized doing something remarkable. This day was particularly busy.
I was talking on the phone to my 18 year old daughter, who was on vacation.
My husband was busily working on the computer. My 4 year old girl was jumping
up and down in the middle of the room. And quietly...and reverently my
two year old stood still...dazing at the window sill. I did not pay attention
to her thinking, she must be looking out the window. But, after a few minutes
a little hand touched my leg and in her own language asked me to come to
the window. I hung up the phone and went to see what my little one had
to show me. In the window sill, she points saying "he has an owie." And her voice
was quite concerned. I look down at first seeing nothing. Then I noticed
a very small fly that had died, on its back. My sweet 12 year old boy
had started listening and said "oh honey, he is sleeping," as not to hurt the
little girl's feelings. The little girl gently put the fly in her hand.
My first thought is..."oh no germs I don't want her to get sick."
But my second thought was "I can wash her hand immediately, let me help her
she is sad." So I told her to let the little fly go outside. He had longed
to be free and he can be free outside. My little Suzie was full of smiles.
She said "come on baby, lets go bye bye." She put him gently outside
and then got a bath promptly after.


I have often thought of this simple act of my angelic child. A two year old
showed me that a reverence for life is inborn. I saw the love in her heart
for a simply bug. I saw the glee in her eyes when she thought the little
fly would awaken from his "sleep" and fly away.

If only I can be like this little child. I would have reverence for all
living things. A total respect for other's feelings. No matter how big
or how small it is. That is a "baby" and needs kindness no matter what
creature it is.

Perhaps if we all had this reverence for life like this innocent taught
so well, would there ever be hate? Would there ever be to much pride? Would there
ever be murder? Would there ever be apathy?

Christ said we should become as little children. I can only hope to be
half the person this little child is.