Martin and I were watching The Grinch Who Stole Christmas on Christmas Eve, probably one of my favorite Christmas traditions.
During that fantastic song, “You’re a Mean One, Mr. Grinch,” Martin hears:
You’ve got garlic in your soul, Mr. Grinch.
Your soul is full of gunk, Mr. Grinch.
Your soul is an appalling dump heap overflowing
with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable
rubbish imaginable,
Mangled up in tangled up knots.
and asks, spurred, I’m sure also by our recent heart-wrenching conversation, “What’s a soul?”
Fighting an urge to run to dictionary.com, which didn’t seem particularly motherly or Christmas-y, I say: “Errr….well…” for a little bit, and then: “Your soul is the place inside you where you keep your love, and your compassion, and your feelings.” Hmmm, not bad, not bad at all, I think.
“Oh!” he exclaims. “So I’m your soul! And you’re my soul. And we’re each other’s soul.”
My heart stopped for just a second before I hugged him. Oh, you’re so right, little boy.
Beautiful…
Children really do think the most fantastic things. I love it.
Thank you for sharing these stories- your little one is so wise and earnest, amazing.
Sweet Mommies create sweet kids. I’m not at all surprised by his depth and warmth!
Oh, my…that is so sweet!
eyes leaking…