I showed him where my mother had written my name in the book -- and where his mother had written her name, too, when she was young. And then we opened up the old, old book. Daniel curled up on my lap and I began to read to him all about Old Mother West Wind and her children The Merry Little Breezes, and about all the folk who live in the Green Meadows and the Smiling Pool: Mrs. Redwing; Johnny Chuck; Reddy Fox; Grandfather Frog. Still to come are stories about Jimmy Skunk and Billy Mink, about Sammy Jay and Happy Jack Squirrel and Bobby Coon.
Daniel lay quiet on my chest as long as the stories lasted, absorbed in each tale. I remember that experience; oh, I remember. In the passing on of the gift, we receive it again, and are twice blessed.