Today at Storytime the librarian announced the theme was ‘Bodies.’
“Great,” I thought, cringing. “A bunch of books and songs about wiggling cute little toesies, knees that bend, legs that run, and feet that stomp. I hate the stomping.”
I generally don’t care for those books, especially because the kids are usually asked to act out the different movements, and they always look like they’re having so much fun, gosh dangit!
But near the end of the first book, when I was squirming in my seat and anticipating the wave of sadness about to crash over me after hearing “I love you, legs. I love you, knees. You sit down and stand up for me,” she read this page:
“But scratches, bruises, come what may, I’ll still love you anyway.”
The tears started immediately, and I had to hold back ugly sobs. Which just got harder with the next line:
“Body, you’re the one for me. If not for you.. Where would I be?
So there I sat, in Storytime for Tots, crying and learning a complicated lesson from a simple children’s book that I hope I can teach my child (who could really care less about the stories, or the stomping, he was just there for the bubbles at the end).
His body doesn’t have to be perfect to love and appreciate it. He can learn from and enjoy things that are meant for kids that can ‘wiggle their toes’. He can be happy (and you know it!) without stomping his feet. And most of all, his body is all his, was meant for him, and without it, well really, where would he be?