Mary had a Little Lamb

Mary had a little lamb,

What warm, comforting thoughts that line brings! Sitting in mama’s lap, holding close a stuffed animal, we dreamed of undifferentiated balls of fluffy white softness (for what child in the city has a true representation of a lamb at that young age?).

Whose fleece was white as snow;

Forget metaphor. Think of emotion, the emotion created by a child’s imagination stimulated by these words. Snow is not a familiar event to every child. But it is always a marvelous occurrence, to gaze out on a dazzling wonderland of tiny, soft flakes.

And everywhere that Mary went…

This little child of the tale is quite recognizable. She’s on the move, just as all of us can remember being from our earliest memories.

The lamb was sure to go.

Think of the glorious comfort of loyalty. Who doesn’t desire a constant companion? And better, one that follows wherever you want to go.

Do something unusual today. Sing as many verses as you can remember of Mary Had a Little Lamb. Do you appreciate more how much it meant to you as a child? Sing it out loud. Sing it to a friend or a stranger. Try not to get yourself a psychological evaluation.

You’re welcome.

To God be all glory.