My Sign

My mother considered this bridge "HOME." Whenever she would go away, for any reason, the appearance of the bridge was a welcome sign that she would soon be back in the comfort of her home. It isn't any wonder - she watched the bridge being built and she raised her three daughters in view of it.

One night, as I was walking to an evening appointment with my daughter, I was tired and, frankly, overwrought. I glanced up to see my mother's bridge all lit up and I sighed and said, "Oh Mommie..." At that moment I missed her more than I could bear.

My daughter looked up at me and said, "Do you know what would make this all so much easier? If we had a sign. If we could just have a sign that Chon-Chon was okay and watching over us." I could not believe her precociousness. To be so wise at such a young age. I immediately agreed with her. Yes. Having that sign would make things so much easier.

I began to think about it, and I said to her that maybe we don't get that sign because God wants us to have faith. My daughter agreed and said, "And Mommy, I also think that God wants you to have faith in yourself. He wants you to have faith that you can deal with my brothers and everything else, on your own, without Chon-Chon."

How could a seven year old know so much? How could her faith be so strong? I think I have my sign, after all. Out of the mouth of an innocent. My sign, indeed.