I like sleeping with my window open, but a few mornings ago,
I got more than the fresh air I had anticipated. It’s astonishing what unexpected revelations
an open window can bring. The sky was
still almost dark when a robin began singing close by.
Immediately my mind went back to my
childhood and I remembered my mom reading a story about a little boy whose mother
had asked him to do his usual morning chores.
“Why do I always have to make my
bed and help with the breakfast dishes?” Teddy grumbled. “I wish I were a
robin! All they have to do is fly around
and sit on a branch and sing. Yes, I
wish I were a robin.”
His
mother heard his mumbling but said nothing.
The next morning, just as the sky
was turning from dark to gray, mom shook Teddy’s shoulder. “Wake up Teddy! Today you are going to see what it’s like to
be a robin.”
“Wha-a-at?” Teddy asked as he
rubbed his eyes. “It’s still dark!”
“Yes, but the sun will be up soon
and the robin is already singing. Do you
hear him? Come, get up and get
dressed. For the next hour, you can sit
on the porch and sing along with the robin.”
Mom wasn’t going to take No for an answer.
If Teddy’s singing stopped for more
than a few minutes, Mom would gently remind him to keep singing. Finally, when the
robin’s songs slowed down, Teddy’s mother brought him a small garden fork. “It’s time to look for your breakfast now,”
she told him.
“Look for my breakfast? What do you mean?”
“See the robin? He’s hopping around, listening for worms and
then digging for them. Your breakfast is in the vegetable garden. You won’t be able to use your ears, but your
eyes will show you where to look.”
Teddy couldn’t believe his mom
would do this to him, but he was hungry, so he went to the garden and began to
dig. He dug and dug before finally
finding a jar.
“Yay! I found my breakfast!” he thought. But when he finished digging it out, there
were only a few bites of toast in it.
“Mom!” he called, “There was hardly
anything in the jar!
“Oh there are more jars,” his
mother assured him. “Keep digging.
That’s what the robin does. He
needs a lot of worms in a day to get all the food he needs.”
After a while, Teddy noticed fresh
dirt throughout the garden and that’s where the jars were. But each time, there
were only a few small bites. After a while,
his mother brought a pail of water and a little dipper so he would have
something to drink, but soon the sun was hot and Teddy got tired and sweaty,
but he still was hungry. His tummy still
rumbled wanting more food. Dragging his
feet, he shuffled to the kitchen door.
“Mom, I don’t think I want to be a
robin any more. Their lives aren’t as
easy as I thought. Making my bed and
helping with the dishes might not be so bad after all.”
As my mind reviewed that story, God
whispered to my heart.
“When you look at
other people’s lives and think they have it so much better than you do, you
don’t understand any more than Teddy understood a robin’s existence.
My plan
for your life is just as special as those you envy. I will give you the
strength, the ability, the wisdom to meet each day and I will be with you
always. Take your eyes off of those
couples who are still enjoying life together.
Forget those who have kept a youthful figure into old age. Stop envying
couples who are travelling to the sunny south, or those who have been
gifted with immaculate house-keeping skills and all those who cause you to be
jealous or resentful. Be joyful for what
I have given you, the opportunities that are yours and the many ways your
family and friends bless your life.”
The sun was peeping over the horizon. I rose
from my bed, breathed in the fresh air from window
and joined the robin in singing a song of thanksgiving.
Ruth Smith Meyer keeps learning about life and God's ways. She is part of the newly released book Good Grief People where she shares learning from her walk through grief. You can visit her at www.ruthsmithmeyer.com
7 comments:
Hi, Ruth
I love your story today. Thank you for this. It's so true we do often line up our life against others and say, "poor me."
Now this is a fun post. I love it and read it twice, laughing so hard that my husband and the servicemen who were working on our house paused in anticipation. Reminds me when my four-year old daughter did not want parents and I had her prepare her dinner and all she could muster was bread and butter, while I ate the regular Sunday meal sitting next to her. Your post is especially relevant now because now that we are on our own acreage-dom, I sleep with the blinds up so I can see the stars and other pleasures that were not possible in the city, and birds, bunnies, gophers etc fit in the scenes. Keep up the good blogging.
Good one, Ruth! :) This cute story and its message are evidently ringing distant bells for a number of us. Several instances quickly rang in my mind. Yep, I have to remind myself to count - or recognize and express thankfulness for - the blessings of everyday. Thank you. ~~+~~
Positively brilliant, Ruth. What an amazing lesson for big and little! So very true. I love this story and the way you portrayed it. Did you remember it or did you find the story in its entirety? Well told. Well done. Thanks.
Thanks Ruth. This a great story. Lot's of lesson here.
Glynis, I told it as I remembered it. I often wish I had the book this story came from, but I'm not sure where to find it.
What a beautiful little story.
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