Allow me to paint a picture. I am sitting in a cushy red chair with my feet up, gray UU hymnal in hand, reading glasses donned. Mythankfulboy, 13, and his 7 year old cousin, M, kneel beside my chair, B with his chin on his folded arms on the arm of the chair and M with just his big, wide, eyes peeking over the arm. He’s not sure what to expect. My daddy, their grandfather and great grandfather, sits in the background, working a crossword puzzle but listening intently. Our chalice is lit on the table beside the chair. I read the following, from W.E.B. Du Bois:
“The prayer of our souls is a petition for persistence; not for the one good deed, or single thought, but deed on deed, and thought on thought, until day calling unto day shall make a life worth living.”
I paraphrase as I go so the little one understands, and he nods his head gravely as I speak to him. When the reading is done, I ask for what they are thankful. B says, “I’m thankful that my cousin, M., is here.” M says, “I’m thankful that I’m B’s cousin.” I say, “I’m thankful that everyone is here together, and that you both are in my life.” Everyone nods, and we sit quietly a moment, B’s arm still around M.
Then M says, “Well, my momma told me to go to bed, and I gotta go!”, at which point he hopped off to bed. Such sweetness.