September 1, 1999
The sincere and innocent wisdom of a child never ceases to fill me with
--- Copyright © Terri McPherson ---Ontario, Canada
Last year I had surgery to remove a tumor from my thyroid gland. I had
staples across the front of my neck for a week afterward (a true
Frankenstein look) and then a very angry looking red scar after the staples
were removed. Since I couldn't tolerate a collar against the wound, I
became very creative at wearing scarves. My granddaughter Caitlynd,
3 1/2 yrs old at the time, also started wearing scarves.
The two of us had a grand time picking out 'the perfect scarf' for our
outfits and finding unique ways to tie them. As I opened my closet door to
choose our scarves for Caitlynd's fourth birthday, my precious
granddaughter put her hand on my forearm and said, "Let's not wear a
Looking into her serious little face, I took a deep breath and closed the
closet door. On the way out of the house, I took a quick look in the mirror
and felt the tears rise in my eyes.
Her birthday party was a big affair and I knew people were going to stare
at my now---bright pink scar---and whisper about it behind their hands.
To this day, I don't know if Caitlynd saw the well of tears I fought back or
sensed my hesitant mood, but as we walked out the door she said, "Don't
worry Grammy, I'll hold your hand."
And she did, all day long. I haven't worn a scarf since.