Today, she helped him learn to tell time.
George met Enid at Temple, any Jewish mothers dream come true! Unfortunately, for George, she was already taken, though, that was not enough to distinguish his flame for her. Every week, he would save her a seat, even though she had sat in the same seat for longer than he had been alive. He made her crayon pictures, but was too embarrassed to ever bring them to her. He was smitten.
Enid, can make George sit still and pay attention. While she understood that little boys are often little boys, there is also a time and a place for everything, and if you were going to sit in THAT chair, you had better shape up or ship out, buster!
He never would tell me what exactly she said to him those times when his feet starting kicking or his body got wiggly, but whatever it was, was enough. And, when it wasn't, she would do what any Mother would do to a sassy youngster- get a good hold under the armpit and haul him up.
It must have been Hanukkah, because the tiny Chapel we use for our services was pretty full, and the fam was all spread out. George had taken up his post on Enid's right, looking very dashing in his tiny suit, that he had spent all day lovingly laying out. And, then we got to the part where standing up is not an option, but a must- even those who struggle to remain upright magically find the strength- not a choice.
I don't know if George was just slow, or if he just wasn't going to, but he didn't move fast enough. Enid, reached over and hauled him up by his arm. There was no debate, and certainly no back talk, just a silent, standing boy.
He said that she just understood him. I don't doubt it.
George lovingly laid out his outfit and accessories for today's gathering- his prized pocket watch, the one he earned for being brave, when his noggin was stapled back together, being among them. They both enjoy being snappy dressers, and Enid is always worth dressing up for.
And, once again she whispered those magic sit-still words to him, and he sat, studying his watch. Before we left her today, he had figured out how to tell time. I don't know how, exactly, but very much believe that she was whispering, again, magic words in his ear.
The BedazzledPineapple, is sad to share the passing of one of its most devoted readers.
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