A wee child

By Christine Tailer
HCP columnist

I just got here.

I took a deep breath and opened my eyes, and oh my!

I have no idea what I'll do tomorrow.

I can't even imagine what tomorrow might bring, but there are some things I do know.

I know the warmth of my mother's arms.

I know the songs my father sings.

I know that if I am a teacher, I will teach joy,

and if I am a dancer, I will fly.

I know that if I become a firefighter, I will help as many people as I can,

and if I'm a pilot, I will greet people all across the world.

Perhaps I'll be a farmer and feed folks near and far.

Or maybe I'll become a lawyer and stand for those who need help standing.

I might be a scientist and discover things still unknown.

Or maybe I'll become an artist, and capture beauty, and then share it everywhere.

If I join the circus, I'll ride a unicycle on the high wire and juggle oranges as the crowd below smiles up at me.

If I'm an athlete, I'll train as hard as I can and discover my limits, and then I'll train even harder.

If I become a craftsman, I'll make the most beautiful things for people to bring into their homes and treasure.

Maybe I'll study medicine and become a doctor and help those who are hurting.

Or maybe I'll learn how to work a lathe and a mill and I'll fashion the most perfect parts that need fashioning.

Perhaps I'll become a writer or a journalist, and I'll tell stories that need telling.

Really, I don't know what tomorrow might bring.

And that is OK.

For now, I'll just lie here in my mother's arms as my father holds her and sings to us both.

I know warmth.

I know love.

And I will come to know this world.

With a smile!

So happy to welcome our newest grandchild!

Christine Tailer is an attorney and former city dweller who moved several years ago, with her husband, Greg, to an off-grid farm in Ohio south-central Ohio. Visit them on the web at straightcreekvalleyfarm.com.