Better Than Any Story Told

Allow children to be happy in their own way,

for what better way will they find?

Samuel Johnson

Vetah is as precious as they get.  She is three years old, has large blue eyes accompanied by long thick lashes, and long extremely curly dark hair.  Everything about her is feminine.  She is very girly not only in her conversations, but in her dress and body language.  She has a very strong sense of self,  is highly animated, and sweet as she can be.  She is my youngest grandchild.

Vetah goes to play school two days a week, and never misses Sunday School.  She adores her five year old brother, Ezekiel, has an exceptional relationship with both her mom and dad and loves animals.  She is a very interesting little girl and expresses her self very well and constantly.

My son and his family were here on Easter Sunday as was my daughter from Nashville.  Ezekiel and Vetah do not get to see my daughter very often so they enjoyed the time spent playing with her as well as her Golden Retriever, Hannah, who happens to be a Wonder Dog!

The hours flew by and too soon it was time for my son and his family to leave.  After hugs and kisses Ezekiel and his little sister quickly exited out the front door.  The rest of us stood by the front door lingering over our good-byes. 

I could see Ezekiel bouncing around inside of their car in the drive way, but where was Vetah?  I asked everyone, "Where is Vetah?"  My son quickly opened the front door as we lined up behind him to run out and find her.  But we all came to a dead stop when we saw her standing on the front porch.  She looked at us and said, "Shush!"  We all stopped immediately in our tracks.

On my front porch, I have a stone statue of a little girl with wings praying.  And there was Vetah, standing right next to her with hands folded in prayer.  She was cuddled up close to the angel as she was saying a prayer with her own words into the angels ear.  We all stood in reverence inside the door until the child finished her rather lengthy prayer on the porch.

Suddenly her prayer was complete and she turned back into a bundle of energy.  She looked at us with all of her spunk and said, "Okay, we can go!"  Then she dashed off to the car waving good-bye.  We all stood looking at each other. 

Children are absolutely amazing.  Their vivid imaginations can be better than any story told.  They see things adults don't take the time to see and  they hear things we choose to ignore.  Too easily adults dismiss the magic children can bring.  We tell these unbiased perceptive minds they are silly or are making things up.  We instruct them to deny what they clearly experience as truth and reality.

The vision of Vetah bent over praying closely with the stone angel, her little chubby hands politely folded, and her voice church appropriate will linger in my memory forever.  No one could actually hear what she was saying, but from her furrowed brow, we all knew it was sincerely from her huge heart. 

****The name Vetah is a Slavic derivative of the name Elisabeth.  My son chose this name for his daughter as it means to be calm and stable through personal introspection; to use self-discipline to regulate a strong sense of personal power; and highly motivated to fight for a cause.