Greetings Friends
Apologies for the long silence. Did a 40 day Facebook fast in June and it inadvertently spilled over into blogland. We are well.
Have a Soph story to share with you.
A dear friend of ours has been diagnosed with cancer. (I 'm choosing not to say who because 1) this friend is tired of telling people the news and seeing what we've come to call "cancer face", and 2) this really is a story about Soph.)
We were on our way to see this friend today and I realized that Sophia (our sponge) had probably absorbed a bit about what was going on already from our conversations in the house. I explained that our friend was sick.
Soph: "Maybe if ______ is sick, when we see her, we shouldn't kiss her."
Me: "Oh no, sweetie. You can't actually catch cancer from someone. In fact, one of the best ways you can make cancer better is if you give someone a lot of kisses."
So when we arrived Sophia enthusiastically kissed and kissed and kissed our friend and small cells of poison ran shrieking for their lives.
We picked some raspberries in the sun and sat later eating our raspberries and cream, thinking Soph was oblivious to it all, when my friend began to outline her options for dealing with her business in the coming months.
"As I see it, I have 3 options. I could try and do everything myself. I could try and do none of it. Or I could ask for help." I had no time to respond. Sophia, confidently and breezily, on the end of a mouth of raspberries and cream, said "Oh, ask for help." We looked at each other, surprised she had even been tracking with the conversation. Our eyes started to glisten with tears as she continued without a pause. "Whenever I have a job that is too much for me to do, I ask for help. When my room is too messy and I can't do it all myself, I ask my Mum to help me. That's why my Mum just changed all my room around, so I could clean it better."
She was so confident, and assured that that was clearly the right thing to do. My friend told Sophia how wise she was. "That's what your name means", I told her, "Sophia is the greek word for wisdom." It felt like such a holy moment. The decision was really made by her words and strength of faith.
Nori was doing her part all along, of course, with her mad grins and ball chasing and stair climbing and raspberry eating and slobberiness and general joie-baby mayhem.
When we departed no one needed to remind Soph that kisses cure cancer. Kissed and kissed and kissed again. We are indeed rich.
