We were playing a little game of hide and seek or peek-a-boo. I was sitting on an ottoman in the middle of the room and she would stand behind me. "Where's Clara?" she would ask. I would look high and low, "Is Clara down here? Is she up on the ceiling?" As I pretended to search the room, looking around from my perch, she would jump out and with arms wide proclaim, "Here I am!" If I continued to search, she would become more insistent, "Here I am! Here I am!" until I held my open and exclaimed, "Oh, there's Clara. There she is!" She would fall into my arms, giggle, look up and ask, "Do it again?" Back behind me she would run and I searched again.
"Here I am." What a strong sentence. Look at me, see me, know that I exist. But also, here I am, I am a person, an individual. I can control where I am, what I do, and how I think. I can be here, I can be there. But right now, I am here and I want you to see me, find me.
It also reminds me of one of my favorite hymns, "Here I am, Lord." I've always liked that one, the melody and the words. It has such a positive feel, I'm here, I'm ready, I'm willing. In that sense, the sentence becomes "Here I am (for you)." Now it is an offer, a statement of availability. I'm not here only as me, as an individual asking to be seen, but wanting to find you, too.
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