I settle you with animated friends
and swirl my summer tallit
up and over to wrap my face,
tinting my world silky blue.
My intention is the deck, but
when you catch sight of me you ask
"Want to stay here, mommy?"
How could I say no? You're
one of God's most exuberant faces.
I curl into the sofa
and manage a modah ani, kiss
my tzitzit, and join you.
Bless God Who creates the light
which streams forth from this screen
and from your heart, Who creates
the love in your storybooks
and in mine, the Oneness at
the heart of all things
Who gives us capacity to change.
Today these cartoons are my prayer.
This is the twelfth poem in my occasional Toddler House series. (Here's the previous one; you can work your way back through them, and then through the first year of weekly mother poems, by clicking on the mother poems category.) It's also the latest chronicle of my attempt to maintain a prayerful consciousness even when I'm not explicitly able to make time for formal prayer. (That's been a theme here since my son was born -- see Prayer life changes, 2010.)
Modah ani is the blessing for gratitude recited in the morning. The trio of blessings surrounding the shema are, in order, a blessing for God Who creates light; a blessing for God Who creates love and manifests that love for us through the giving of Torah; and a blessing for God Who redeems us.
On a different note: deep thanks to all who left kind comments on my most recent post, about occasional brokenheartedness at the state of the world. Your responses were balm for my heavy heart indeed.