Saturday, August 7, 2010

wiggly tooth & charlotte bronte

Lolly got out of bed the other night and we were like "What are you doing out of bed, young lady" and she said "My toof is wiggly!" We were immediately like "Oh! Let me see!" and her bed-night (as she calls bedtime) vacating was of course forgiven and we both looked at her toof, her front right one, which wiggles so slightly it's almost imperceptible. But when the tooth is in your mouth of course you can feel the tiniest wiggle. Her first loose tooth! Judah heard the commotion and got out of bed too and came into the hall and said "Oh wow, let me see!" and he looked at her tooth and wiggled it a little and he said "Yay Lolly, your first loose tooth!" and my heart went pitter-pat and my eyes went tear-tear.

My friend Sarah sent me this email today, so lovely and just what I needed.

Charlotte Bronte wrote this in her preface to the second edition of Jane Eyre. Her words are a little different, but her spirit is the same. Funny how the wheel never stops turning.


Having thus acknowledged what I owe those who have aided and approved me, I turn to another class: a small one, so far as I know, but not, therefore, to be overlooked. I mean the timorous or carping few who doubt the tendency of such books as Jane Eyre: in whose eyes whatever is unusual is wrong; whose ears detect in each protest against bigotry – that parent of crime – an insult to piety, that regent of God on earth. I would suggest to such doubters certain obvious distinctions; I would remind them of certain simple truths.

Conventionality is not morality. Self-righteousness is not religion. To attack the first is not to assail the last. To pluck the mask from the face of the Pharisee, is not to lift an impious hand to the Crown of Thorns. These things and deeds are diametrically opposed: they are as distinct as is vice from virtue. Men too often confound them: they should not be confounded; appearance should not be mistaken for truth; narrow human doctrines, that only tend to elate and magnify a few, should not be substituted for the world-redeeming creed of Christ. There is – I repeat it – a difference; and it is a good, and not a bad action to mark broadly and clearly the line of separation between them.

The world may not like to see these ideas dissevered, for it has been accustomed to blend them; finding it convenient to make external show pass for sterling worth – to let whitewashed walls vouch for clean shrines. It may hate him who dares to scrutinize and expose, to raise the gilding and show base metal under it, to penetrate the sepulcher and reveal charnal relics; but hate as it will, it is indebted to him.


Stay strong in the struggle. Fight the good fight.


Still Breathing said...

Lolly's doing better than me - I lost my front 4 teeth to a cricket bat aged 3! At the other extreme my son still had milk when he went to secondary school aged 12! Finally, when he was 15, they had to operate to take the last 2 out so he could be fitted with a brace! He was 21 before his mouth was settled enouigh for him to have a made to measure gum shield!

Still Breathing said...

3 days on - has the tooth fairy been yet?

spinning said...

Charlotte Bronte: I am awed!

How's the tooth situation?

Jenna Schrock said...

No doubt that your daughter is already growing up! How we wish they could be babies forever, but that's very impossible. I'm just glad that you guys are very proud of your child's milestones. Oh! Well I think now is the time for her to visit her dentist! =]