As part of my Halloween celebrations, I went to the Wild Rumpus parade on Saturday night in downtown Athens, Georgia. What a blast! High energy. Lots of fun. And wonderful costumes! Creative and elaborate, or plain and simple. Those in costume were obviously enjoying themselves. As were the spectators.
Costumes ranged from jellyfish to young giraffes. Of course there were a numbers of monsters and ghouls, but also Star Trek ladies, ladies of the evening, flappers, brides, and even a woman who was dressed as a strip of photos. Like you get from a photo booth. But there was one person, who I caught out of the corner of my eye, who I would like to thank.
Miss Madeline, French schoolgirl, I thank you for making an appearance. Why her? When my children were young, I would read to them the stories of Miss Madeline and her fellow schoolgirls. And we would sing her song too. Don’t remember the words now. But the best part was how every book ended with the words, “And most of all, we love each other.”
So, when I drove the girls to school everyday I would say to them, “work hard, do your best, and most of all, we love each other.” To this day, many years later, all we have to say is, “and most of all…” and the meaning is understood.
This morning I got a letter from my youngest daughter. At the end she wrote, “and most of all, we love each other.” Thank you Miss Madeline, whoever you were.
That’s part of my story. What’s yours?