Catch-Up: Topic 67 - What is so important to you that without it, life would not be worth living? Wh
Mummy and Daddy are always there. Peter and Susan (who, as she will be re minded in years to com, she calls Zuzan for a while to everyone’s amusement, the harder sound somehow easier for her small mouth than the hiss) and Ed are, too. They are part of the world. They have always been there. They always will be.
That is what they do. Their roles in life are to be Mummy and Daddy and Brothers and Sister of Lucy.
Father left, and it feels, a bit, like he took the last bit of Edmund with him. He’s horrid, now, a good portion of the time, and Lucy’s already learned not to cry too much over it. She’d spend far too much time with her face wet.
Her mother’s face is lined, but she’s still there each night to tuck Lucy in and to tell her a story, and Lucy clings to this along with her bear each night as she tries to sleep without nightmares.
Susan tries to be like mother, but she’s not. And that’s all there is to it, really. The first night Lucy cries herself to sleep in the too-big bed in the room that’s not yet familiar.
Mummy and Daddy should always be there for you, she thinks, but the fact is that they are not.
There is nothing to be done about it. That’s life, too, and Lucy has no choice but to learn it even as young as she is.
Peter is the first, in a way, to leave when they are back in England. It’s age alone that does it-he’s off to study farther away, and that’s as it should be. The distance isn’t fun, but there are letters.
Susan leaves after that, and the separation is entirely different. There may not be physical distance to them, but Lucy feels miles and miles away from the sister she once laughed with, from the sister whose hand she clutched when the world seemed to be about to end with the death of a great Cat.
But life is filled with partings. Lucy has learned that already better than most twice her age.
Hindsight from this Country, this Real World, is far more than twenty-twenty. Everything that was is there for the knowing, and from here Lucy can look back and see Lucy-Who-Was and Lucy-Who-Is all, the paths and turns of her life, and each and every person and event that touched it. It reminds her of a tapestry that hang on her wall in the Cair.
And tied in to the golden strands of Lucy, pure and bright, is an even richer shade of gold. From start to finish, even before the time when the colors of Narnia start to blend with Lucy’s own, the tawny gold is woven in with her own.
And Lucy smiles and understands how one bears the partings of life, the aches and the pangs, and can’t even bring herself to wonder how it would be without that gold woven in.
Lucy Pevensie
Narnia
509
That is what they do. Their roles in life are to be Mummy and Daddy and Brothers and Sister of Lucy.
Father left, and it feels, a bit, like he took the last bit of Edmund with him. He’s horrid, now, a good portion of the time, and Lucy’s already learned not to cry too much over it. She’d spend far too much time with her face wet.
Her mother’s face is lined, but she’s still there each night to tuck Lucy in and to tell her a story, and Lucy clings to this along with her bear each night as she tries to sleep without nightmares.
Susan tries to be like mother, but she’s not. And that’s all there is to it, really. The first night Lucy cries herself to sleep in the too-big bed in the room that’s not yet familiar.
Mummy and Daddy should always be there for you, she thinks, but the fact is that they are not.
There is nothing to be done about it. That’s life, too, and Lucy has no choice but to learn it even as young as she is.
Peter is the first, in a way, to leave when they are back in England. It’s age alone that does it-he’s off to study farther away, and that’s as it should be. The distance isn’t fun, but there are letters.
Susan leaves after that, and the separation is entirely different. There may not be physical distance to them, but Lucy feels miles and miles away from the sister she once laughed with, from the sister whose hand she clutched when the world seemed to be about to end with the death of a great Cat.
But life is filled with partings. Lucy has learned that already better than most twice her age.
Hindsight from this Country, this Real World, is far more than twenty-twenty. Everything that was is there for the knowing, and from here Lucy can look back and see Lucy-Who-Was and Lucy-Who-Is all, the paths and turns of her life, and each and every person and event that touched it. It reminds her of a tapestry that hang on her wall in the Cair.
And tied in to the golden strands of Lucy, pure and bright, is an even richer shade of gold. From start to finish, even before the time when the colors of Narnia start to blend with Lucy’s own, the tawny gold is woven in with her own.
And Lucy smiles and understands how one bears the partings of life, the aches and the pangs, and can’t even bring herself to wonder how it would be without that gold woven in.
Lucy Pevensie
Narnia
509