Now we see through a glass darkly

Now we see through a glass darkly
Helen Keller and her mother exemplified in the Miracle Worker

Saturday, December 22, 2012

Helen always comes with me to the children's concerts.

She is a delightful companion at these events where there are too many people and I get so very nervous in crowds. She points out the interesting things around, me that I would miss if she weren't with me. Last year she showed me how she dances to the African drums and I nearly fell off my chair with laughter, to imagine her dancing around me as she did. This year, she pointed out the flags on the ceiling, which I never would have noticed. She got right up on the stage with those children and danced to Santa Clause is coming to town. Last year she was comforting me, so she couldn't go up on the stage. This year she knows that I won't fall off the chair so easily, so she left me for a minute or two to enjoy the spotlight with the children. There were so many little people in the audience and she especially loves the chopsticks song. I don't know why she loves that song so much, she doesn't let me ask her too many questions, she just does. My son in the concert is my complete entertainment and I would miss all of the other enjoyments about me, had I not a friend who points these other things out.
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