September 14th, 2009 by A.G.J.
My two year old daughter, Frances, squeals with delight when I walk through the door. “Mommy, Mommy, Mommy,” she sings. Then leaping into my arms for a big squeeze, she continues “Is you here? Mommy, Oh Mommy, is you here?’
What I love about that question is my daughter’s understanding that someone can show up with their body but still not be present. Sometimes we’re still chewing over a phone call or something that happened at work. Sometimes we’re miles ahead of ourselves, already projected into the future and what needs to be accomplished now that we’re home (dinner/check email again/review homework/pay bills etc..).
I notice how the simple question “is you here?” dances in my daughter’s eyes. It’s so full of potential because, if I am here, then all sorts of magic is possible. We can hop on one foot and sing songs. We can rock babies, play with animals, and read Robert the Rose Horse. If the backyard beckons, we can roll down the hill in the freshly cut grass or count the deer deep in the twilit field. The possibilities are endless, as long as Mommy is here. And not just her body but her being.