This is a delayed post, a moment captured on Thursday, 24 May 2018.
When I was walking up towards the kindergarten, I could see some children waving at me enthusiastically from the sandbox. My little son William was among them. I noticed his shy smile, a rather reserved expression. He was proud, was he not? My visit was not unexpected as it turned out. They knew they were going to have a very special reading time, a beautiful story about a crocodile named Clyde, told by the mother of William, written by her lovely blog friend Suzanne.
It was hot that Thursday. At that moment, I had no idea that the heat could last for weeks. The heat waves from Africa hit Norway (and Scandinavia), which I think is gorgeous. It makes up the cold winter which lasted until late April.
We gathered around my old pc, I was determined to let the children re-experience the magic I felt when I was reading Clyde for the first time. The poem was now translated from English to Norwegian, the consideration was given to every tiny detail, the syntax, the word choice and sentence structure. The translated text should match the original one in the best possible way. It was the aim. Clyde deserves it. I wrote the draft and it was then edited by my teenage daughter, who is exceptionally passionate about language.
I did the first sentence, the second one, and the third. Overwhelmed. I realised how much time and effort Suzanne had put into Clyde when she was composing it. The carefully selected words, the rhymes, the pictures attached to every paragraph, which beautifully illustrated the feelings and emotions. It was all about the extraordinary journey of searching for his home, the home of Clyde, which only exists in his dreams. But is that only an illusion, an unreachable dream?The disappointment of not being able to settling down, the feeling of sadness and confusion when getting lost, the doubts and the struggles, the hope and then… the reach of home. It all touched my heart, so deeply. It is the journey of Clyde, and it is the journey of our life.
The children paid careful attention to the words and the photos I showed them. Their beautiful eyes followed the movement of my arms, and some questions were raised. Does Clyde have a dad and mum? Where are they? Does he feel sad going on this journey on his own?
After the reading time, they got the fruit ice lollies I brought to them. The sun was high, shining brightly. Their smiles, wide and warm.
William leaned his body against yours during the whole reading time, stroking your arm tenderly. She said. Sunniva was one of the staff.
Oh really! I did not notice it at all, I was so focused. I tried to recall that moment. Oh yes he did, he was so quiet, his little hands moving back and forth. That is the moment, the treasure of life.
Thank you for reading, take care.
This post is particularly dedicated to my dear friend Suzanne ❤️
Link to the beautiful story Clyde by Suzanne
(All pictures taken in May/June 2018, Oslo Norway)