The family was celebrating the birth of a new baby…who, as is tradition, one by one each relative would greet…when all were done the oldest member of the family rose up from her seat.
She walked slowly to the baby and whispered as she raised him up and looked into his eyes…
“May you grow up to be a person who is brave
who is respectful
who is giving
who is wise”.
Then, as tradition also dictates, she turned to the gathered crowd…
silence blanketed the room and all the heads were bowed.
“I have spoken to the child.” She said with a smile that soothed her furrowed brow…
I wished for him to be brave, respectful, giving and wise…
and now it’s up to us to show him how.
The silence continued as they filed out for what she said was true…and if they wanted this child to be brave, respectful, giving and wise…they knew what they must do.
For they know the old one’s words are only words…
they know through that child’s successes and failures..
through all his joy and strife…
It will be their responsibility as a family…
to bring her words to life.
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