The Sleepy Owl
Arlo’s teachers are now introducing all pages when reading a book; the dedication, the job of illustrator and author and possibly even publisher. I reinforce this at home and shared with Arlo that eleven years ago today, Mimmi gave The Sleepy Owl to her grandsons and Arlo’s cousins, Ryan and Shayan, and now that book belongs to him (and Farrah Star)!
The Sleepy Owl is a story of Owl and Tom, two friends who long to play with one another but can’t because they live in different worlds: night and day. They try to meet but the sun hurts Owl’s eyes and Tom is busy sleeping in the middle of the night.
Tom paints a kite to let Owl know he’s thinking of him.
Owl sees the kite as he returns home to sleep for the day and as Owl and the story concludes, “He is still my friend, even though we can’t play together.”
Mimmi hasn’t seen Arlo or Farrah Star since last October, Farrah’s Annaprashan. She won’t see them again until next spring. This is devastating for any grandparent but especially for Mimmi who comes from a culture where multiple generations live in the same house or at least in the same neighborhood. This was true of Ryan and Shayan’s childhood but it is not with Arlo and Farrah. Bermuda was the closest we ever lived to Mimmi’s New Jersey home. Last October is a lifetime ago; next spring unfathomable in the changes and developments of 5- and 2-year-old. It is sad to watch this gap widen – to be a party of it even – as a mother myself now I can’t believe we are so far apart for so long. I wish we could play together.
I know the sun hurts your eyes Mimmi, and that is why I painted this kite for you. I will keep painting for as long as you fly overhead, thinking of your faraway friends.
We love and miss you, night and day.