When I dropped off the kids at school this morning Miss Dotie asked if I had a chance to see Galen’s autobiography yet. I said that I had not and I was taken to a wall where his words had been typed and a picture that he drew of himself hung with other classmates’ stories. I took a photo of his story, it is placed below for you.
Other than the obvious “Ahhh, that is really nice” reaction .. I noticed that it was a lot of little things that he has held onto. Things you would not really think were all that big a deal, and yet, they are.
The little magnetic froggy came from Daddy. It is incredibly special, and the fact that his entire story was he and his brothers .. well, his connection with them means more than I think anyone really knows. He does not talk about me specifically, but the activities of tubing, skiing and sledding, and going to the pool are them ones that I participate with them. Sometimes it is a struggle, because inevitably there is preschool crying, or tantrums, and just to get everyone going and coming is a big deal. I know now that this is more than worth it.
The last thing I noticed was his drawing. He is smiling and there is a rainbow surrounding him. Which is awesome. His throat is colored in, making me wonder what it is that he is having a hard time talking about. Then I look to the side of the photo and see the bats flying. Bats seems to be a reoccurring theme for Galen, and a friend of mine looked it up and told me that bats are a long time symbol of someone going through grief. Interesting that even at five, something that is known as a grief symbol is showing up in his dreams, speech and drawings. The green he painted his eyes and mouth with is a sign of healing and I love that the sun is shining behind him … happy days mostly for the little guy.
In reading Galen’s story, it made me think about 5 minutes of texting with a friend last night. Seems most of my moments of weakness come in the evening hours, right around the time I start to settle into sleep.
A friend of mine had seen a vision Wednesday evening. She described a pond full of greenery with a lotus flower that looked as if it glowed from the inside out. She said that the pond was glittering as if with the light of fairies and that it was filled with love and peace. I could not get the description from my head. I took photos during the last real pond walk Dean and I took with the kids, they were almost all of the Lotus flower. Lotus flowers are the flower of new beginnings and rebirth. I sent my friend the photo, and she confirmed that it was what she was seeing in her vision.
I was a bit overwhelmed by that fact last night after 11pm when I received her yes, that is the photo message. Through text I was able to exchange hugs — which I have now found out is ( { } ) when texting — with an old friend. A simple thing, a little thing, symbols on the phone. At the right time, for the right reasons, means everything.
Reminded last night through late night texts and willingness of a friend to share visions, reminded of that this morning reading Galen’s story about himself. It is the little things that really make up who we are and what we share with others, and how we connect. It is the little things that mean the most.
JUST FOR TODAY share with others.
JUST FOR TODAY be yourself.
JUST FOR TODAY take the time.
JUST FOR TODAY don’t discount the little things.