Wednesday, August 18, 2004

      "Find me!" Michael yells to his grandpapa, peeking from behind the storage building. Michael is three. One of his favorite games is playing hide-n-seek. I'm crouched behind him, laughing at his excitement.
      "No, we're supposed to be quiet so your Papa can't find us!" I say.
      "I want him to!" Michael says and giggles.
      And sure enough his grandpapa sticks his head around the storage building and says, "Hey! Who do I see? It's Michael!"
      Michael laughs and runs over to his grandfather who scoops him up in a hug.
      Michael then tells his grandpapa, "Go hide!" Michael grabs my hand and commands me to "Count!"
      So we count together to twenty, which if you didn't know, goes like this: "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 10, 15, 20!" (He's a little fuzzy after he reaches ten, but who isn't?)
      Off we go to find his grandpapa.
      We do, and then his grandpapa counts while we hide. We do this many times. It takes a lot for a three year old to get tired of a game.
      Each time Michael yells, "Find me! Find me!" He rolls with laughter when he's found and shouts with delight when his grandpapa scoops him up.
      It may be a kid's game, but really, isn't that what we all want? We want to be chased a little bit, but in the end, we want to be found by the one we love. And then we laugh with delight.


Gloria Williams said...

There is such wisdom in this, it made me cry. We all want to be found. We all need to be found. After my husband passed away, I think the only reason I survived until the blackness lifted was my belief that someday in Heaven my sweet Jon will find me. I'll laugh with delight then. Oh I will.

Thank you for sharing.

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Anonymous said...

Excellent writing! You may convince me to get a blog of my own.
- Susan

Anonymous said...

I loved this story and it is so funny that you were able to see it so clearly. We all want human contact and unconditional love. susan2