{"id":3073,"date":"2014-08-26T10:19:25","date_gmt":"2014-08-26T15:19:25","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/admin.patheos.com\/blogs\/rebeccafrech\/?p=3073"},"modified":"2015-08-26T07:24:14","modified_gmt":"2015-08-26T12:24:14","slug":"because-theyll-carry-you","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.patheos.com\/blogs\/rebeccafrech\/2014\/08\/because-theyll-carry-you.html","title":{"rendered":"Because They&#8217;ll Carry You"},"content":{"rendered":"<!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC \"-\/\/W3C\/\/DTD HTML 4.0 Transitional\/\/EN\" \"http:\/\/www.w3.org\/TR\/REC-html40\/loose.dtd\">\n<html><head><meta http-equiv=\"content-type\" content=\"text\/html; charset=utf-8\"><meta http-equiv=\"content-type\" content=\"text\/html; charset=utf-8\"><\/head><body><p>We parked her wheelchair on the boardwalk at the edge of the dunes, and I piggy-backed her down to the water\u2019s edge. When I got to where the saltwater licked at my toes, I lowered her onto the wet sand. I brushed the hair out of my face and turned to see a look of complete contentment flash across her features. The rest of the family likes the beach, but Ella and I <em>love<\/em> it.<\/p>\n<p>She sat quietly on the sand for the first day of the weekend. She built sandcastles, and dug down to the the layer of glittering black sand that lies almost a foot underneath the beige surface. She used her arms to move into the water, letting the surf lap over her feet. Mostly she just sat and let the wet sand drip through her fingers, building drizzle castles and thinking. In years past, she would have spent all of her time there, dancing and jumping among the crashing waves. This year is different.<\/p>\n<p>On Sunday she asked me to take her out into the water.\u00a0 I bent down and she wrapped her arms around my neck, and I lifted her onto my back. As I walked deeper and deeper into the breaking waves, she laid her head on the back of my neck and sighed, \u201cI miss this.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat do you miss?\u201d I asked her.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThe feeling of jumping through the waves. It feels like being free. I miss a lot of things, but jumping and running are what I miss most, and going where I want without thinking about how to get there.\u201d<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/wp-media.patheos.com\/blogs\/sites\/458\/2014\/08\/P8241003.jpg\" class=\" decorated-link\" target=\"_blank\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-medium wp-image-3076\" src=\"https:\/\/wp-media.patheos.com\/blogs\/sites\/458\/2014\/08\/P8241003-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\"><\/a><\/p>\n<p>When we were back on the sand,\u00a0 she asked me, \u201cMom, will I be able to do this when I\u2019m grown? Will I be able to come to the beach? How will I get down to the water when I\u2019m too heavy or you\u2019re too old for you to carry me?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I looked in her sad brown eyes and said, \u201cYour friends will take you. They will lift you on their backs and help you the same way I did today.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>She leaned her sun-kissed cheek against my arm and stared out at the friends we had been with all weekend. \u201cThey will? Are you sure that they will do that?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I gestured toward my childhood friend who was frolicking with her family in the surf. \u201cKim would do it. She would carry me to the ocean. I wouldn\u2019t even have to ask. I can\u2019t imagine the day that she would leave me sitting at the edge of the sand. Can you?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>She shook her head no.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThere will be lots of people who come and go in your life, Ella, but the ones you hang onto are the one who would carry you. Those are the people who are closer than just friendship.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>She turned that over in her head.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou can walk, so when did <em>you <\/em>need to be carried?\u201d she finally asked.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cLots of times, and there are times when Kim or my other friends need to be carried too. There are times when life is hard and grown ups need help too. We talk to our friends and share what\u2019s bothering us and our friends help us to carry our sadness, or our anger, or our worry. Even people who can walk need to be carried sometimes.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>She thought a little bit longer.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWill what you just said make sense to me when I\u2019m older?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYes, my love, it will.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cSo I will have friends someday who will carry me?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYes, you will. They will be God\u2019s gift to you.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cBecause I can\u2019t walk, so He will send me people who love me and are willing to be my legs?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThere won\u2019t be many of them throughout your life, but they will be there if you let them be, and they won\u2019t just be your legs. They will be a part of your heart.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0<\/p>\n<figure id=\"attachment_3079\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-3079\" style=\"width: 300px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"https:\/\/wp-media.patheos.com\/blogs\/sites\/458\/2014\/08\/kim.jpg\" class=\" decorated-link\" target=\"_blank\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-3079\" src=\"https:\/\/wp-media.patheos.com\/blogs\/sites\/458\/2014\/08\/kim-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"The friend who has been part of my heart for most of my life.\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\"><\/a><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-3079\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">The friend who has been part of my heart for most of my life (and her sweet babies)<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p>\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0<\/p>\n<\/body><\/html>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>We parked her wheelchair on the boardwalk at the edge of the dunes, and I piggy-backed her down to the water\u2019s edge. 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