No crazy electrical happenings this evening, just a standard Tuesday night. After baseball we gamed and worked and ate and bathed and took out the trash and so on. Then mythankfulboy snuggled into bed, and I followed him into the room with the gray UU hymnal, and read it’s second chalice lighting:
#448 We gather this hour as people of faith with joys and sorrows, gifts and needs. We light this beacon of hope, sign of our quest for truth and meaning, in celebration of the life we share together. Reverand Christine Robinson
After reading it aloud, I did that awkward lean-on-the-bed thing to have a little quiet with B. I asked for what he was thankful. He said, “All the people who love me.” He had just gotten several birthday cards, and was feeling especially loved, I think. He asked me. I said, “Pie”, thinking of the pie left from Pi Day that we continue to nibble on each evening. He said, “Oh, yeah. Pie.” Quiet fell. Then:
“I’m also thankful you’re going to take me to school tomorrow.”
“Wow”, I respond. “You’re a mind reader now, huh?”
“Mom” (formally), “Will you take me to school tomorrow?”
“I guess”, I say, as if he doesn’t know it’s the best way to start my day.
As I pulled myself up to go, I asked him if he remembered the chalice reading. He didn’t. I remembered parts but not the whole thing. So, before I blew out the candle, I read it aloud again. This time, I found my emphasis falling on the word “faith” in the phrase “people of faith”. In that moment, I felt my faith in the room, and I knew I was doing my best to pass it to him. May it be so.