THE COLOR OF YOUR WORLD

by Marilyn Rivera

"Mere color can speak to the soul in a thousand different ways."

- Oscar Wilde

She set down her crayons and sat herself comfortably in a red velvet chair at the corner of the room. Not sitting very long, her hands were already onto another adventure. She started spinning the globe at the side table and patiently waited for it to stop. The old wooden sphere looks so timid, humbling and yet so inviting. She looked at it like she was in a trance. All the different colors swooshed into a single pile of hue as she turned it faster and faster under her fingertips. With bright eyes, she asked, "Mommy, what makes the world go round?"

Her mother immediately understood where the question was coming from. She walked over and looked at the globe rotating in its own perpetual motion and set her eyes back to her daughter. She was not entirely sure how to answer her 7-year old. She gazed at her for a while and said, "The world goes round because of the people in it, like you and me," she paused with a smile. "If you love someone so much, you would do anything for them. You would do even the impossible. If the world does not spin, we would not live. That's how much God loves us."

When the globe finally stopped spinning, she sensed that a follow-up question was in queue, "How does God knows where to put us, Mommy?" She patiently waited for her daughter's grimace of doubt disappear then continued, "Look my love, we are here," She pointed to a little speck of dotted colors on the globe, "We were placed here for a reason. No one is ever misplaced in this world. You and I are right where we are supposed to be for a meaningful purpose, for a really good reason. And in the future, you might be here on this same spot or from here to here." She spun the globe halfway and pointed to a larger speck of color.

"Mom, there are so many countries in this world. But I know where I really belong." Her mother looked at her inquisitively and asked, "Oh, so where do you belong? Show me."

"The world is so colorful," The daughter half-smiled. "It only remains so because you let me see its colors." She then embraced her mother so tight. Her small eyes darted back at the globe and gently whispered a secret to her mother's ear, "Mommy, those pink ones remind me of strawberry ice cream." She smiled down at her and neatly tucked away her hair behind her ears and said, "Come on then, my love."

Although she did not hear her daughter's answer to her question, she was well-contented with her warm embrace. It was all she needed. She is the color in her world. She is the reason why her world goes round.

Happy Mother's Day To All Mothers in Heaven And on Earth!!!