Wonderful Things Kids Say (and do)

Finding God in the Heart of Your Family (Excerpt) by Mary Kretzmann

This book is a work of love, and a serious topic. But there are so many endearing and
amusing things that kids say and do, that I wanted to have a space for that, too, especially
if these things create a window into the soul nature of the child. Here are a few stories…I
may add a few more in the future.

Let’s All Share: One day, when Krishnabai was age 2, I made some chocolate chip
cookies, one of my specialties, and they were cooling on our little table in the kitchen.
Right then, a new member of the community stopped by for a friendly chat. We all sat at
that table and had tea, and we each had a cookie. Now, Krishnabai was young, but she
already knew that normally I had a policy of “just one cookie.”

As we sat there talking, Krishnabai was eyeing the remaining cookies, silently. I knew she
was contemplating how to ask for another one; I was half-expecting a 2 year-old whine,
and I was at the ready. However, she then said in a cheerful voice, as though just “one of
the girls” making a proposal for the good of the group, “I have an idea, why don’t we all
have just one more!”

I was amused at her adroitness at such a young age, and so I laughed and said okay. Such
“community spirit” could not go unheeded.

You Can Be Anything You Want…One day Krishnabai, then age 8, was in the
kitchen, and out of the blue, put this classic question to Peter, age 4, “Peter, what do you
want to be when you grow-up?”

He quickly, and matter-of-faculty, replied, “A sailboat.”

“Peter, you can’t be a sailboat!”

And, taking in her sage advice, he replied, “Okay, then a suitcase.”

She laughed and gave up on any further questions.

(After that, we all assumed he would enjoy traveling, and as a young adult he has enjoyed
traveling to Mexico, Costa Rica, India, England, Italy, and around much of the US. Many
of these trips were Ananda related, either with the Ananda School, or to visit Ananda
Communities and the surrounding areas.)
Spiritual Evolution: My husband, Tim, and I went on a beautiful pilgrimage to the
Holy Land and to Assisi in the mid-80’s. It was deeply meaningful, but it was also hard for
me to leave the children for the 3+ weeks, because Peter was not quite 4 years old, and
Krishnabai was age 8. I knew she would be okay, but I was concerned about Peter. I’ll
discuss the deeper aspects of pilgrimage in another chapter…but this is the space for
mostly lighter fare.

When we were just returned from the pilgrimage, I was sitting with Peter on my lap,
showing him a beautiful book that had many pictures of Assisi. He was already familiar
with St. Francis, and had sometimes seen statues of him in Ananda homes or gardens. But,
when he saw a painting of St. Francis in the book, he asked, “Oh, is this before he was a
statue?”

I was amused, but also impressed because there is a sort of unspoken hierarchy involved;
only the “greater saints” of any religion are honored by having a statue made in their
remembrance.

Tourist Guide to Past Life? Again, as we were sitting there looking at the book
about Assisi, Peter said something very offhandedly, and matter-of-factly, as though
pointing out pictures in a photo album, “Oh, I’ve been there before, but it wasn’t inside
that big building, and it didn’t have the big painting on the front of it.”

He said it so naturally and positively. That would place the memory in the same century as
St. Francis; who had over 5000 followers; so it is entirely possible that a devotee child
born at Ananda was present there. Such a powerful memory could rise to the surface by
seeing a photo of the real life place now. This chapel holds powerful vibrations; photos
can communicate that memory to the inner soul. Paramhansa Yogananda says that our
inclinations in the first six years of life can give us strong clues regarding our past lives.

Circle of Golden Light: When Krishnabai was about age 9, my friend Kasandra, and I
took our kids up to Portland, OR so our girls could attend a Suzuki Music Institute. (Think
a one-week summer school for kid musicians.) It was held on a pretty college campus, and
we would walk from one event to the next. Kasandra’s daughter, Joia , was age 6 at the
time.

Kasandra and I were walking along engrossed in our conversation, when we realized that
for some time Joia had been playing some sort of game as we walked on a long walkway
through a green area between the buildings. She would run three or four big steps, and then
jump forward. And then, again, and again, repeating that process over and over. She was a
very active child, so it took us a while to notice it as unusual, even for her. After a little
longer of this, Kasandra asked, curiously, “Joia, what are you doing?”

“See that big circle of light? I am trying to jump through it.”

Well, no we couldn’t actually see it, but we realized what she must have been seeing. It was
an aspect of the spiritual eye. Normally, if one is blessed to see it, it may appear at the
point between the eyebrows as a circle of golden light, and within it is a field of blue, and
then a perfect, 5 pointed white star. Sometimes children may see it after their bedtime
prayers, for instance, especially if it was a loving experience. Sometimes this can seen in
the “cold light of day” and may appear “life size.” We realized that as Joia moved
forward, so did the light. It was much as if she had been trying to jump on her own
shadow. We were glad to know that her inner joy was manifesting that light!

The Helpful Little Clown: Our daughter, Krishnabai often baby-sat a lovely little girl
named Hannah, who was age 4 at the time of this story. Hannah was normally a very calm
and cheerful child, and her eyes portrayed some depth beyond her young years. However,
on this day, Hannah was very sad because she had just been told that her parents were
getting a divorce. She was very quiet, and withdrawn. It was sad to see.

Krishnabai brought her to our home, and our youngest, David, was in the living room. He
was age 2, so I didn’t think he would grasp much of what was going on. However, he
gathered some of his toys and, standing in front of Hannah, started doing goofy things. She
was still sad, but it did divert her attention a bit. (Of course, 2 year olds can try to be the
center of attention, but this had a different feel to it. He seemed to be on a mission to cheer
her up.) Finally he got his little plastic mini-Hot Wheels tricycle, and flipped it over right
in front of Hannah, and started pedaling the wheels upside down. It was a very comical
site, like he was a little clown. It worked. Hannah started giggling, and even laughing a
little. The cloud had lifted. David looked calmly happy, as though he had accomplished his
mission.

The event struck me for several reasons. First, nothing had been said to David to try to
make Hannah laugh; actually, we had simply been sitting there, rather quietly. Also,
Hannah was not crying; she was simply very sad, so it was not glaringly obvious,
outwardly. So David must have felt her sadness intuitively. And finally, we didn’t know how
to cheer her up - but he did! We had been feeling the enormity of how her life was
changing – but David, not bogged down with that, simply got down to the business of
making her smile again.

Basketball Miracle: For many years now, Tim has gone down to the Ananda Village
center on Sunday afternoons and played basketball with community members. He enjoys
the game, and it was also a great way to be active with his own sons, and to encourage it in
other father and sons. (Girls were always welcome, and some did participate, but it became
a solid Sunday tradition with many of the guys, even those without kids.)

So David started going along at a young age, and he would practice shots at another basket
while the older guys played a real game. David would also count each practice shot,
sometimes doing anywhere from 60-90 shots per session. This had been going on for
months; David kept trying and yet had never made a basket. This was such a solid Sunday
tradition, that of course they were also there on Easter Sunday, when David was age 6, and
earlier Tim had told the story of Easter at Sunday Service. Finally after about 60 tries,
David hollered out, “Dad! Dad! Miracles really DO happen on Easter! I just got a basket!”

Positive Thinking: A couple of months later, David decided that the NBA was the
perfect career: basketball was a fun game and, as he pointed out, “Those guys make a LOT
of money.”

There now remained that pesky little matter of actually getting into the NBA someday.
Little did I know, but he was already working on it. One warm day I walked outside and
saw David sitting on the ground in the sunshine, with his legs stretched out in front of him.
His shorts were pushed up to the top of his thighs to give his skin maximum exposure to
the sun. His eyes were closed and he looked very concentrated. I finally asked him,
“David, what are you doing?”

He looked up. “See this? (Pointing to a dark brown mole at the top of his leg); I’m going to
turn all of my skin this color so I can get into the NBA.”

I laughed and said, “David – some white guys make the NBA – look at Larry Byrd.”

He saw my point, and then channeled his energy again into practicing his shots.

The Unfortunate Ones: Later that year, once the cool, rainy weather had begun, Tim
was driving David to school each day. (Now – being from New Hampshire, I called that
“coddling,” but Tim, from Philadelphia, called it “bonding.” He won.) Along the way they
would drive by our good friend, Ric Morehouse, who was in charge of the Ananda water
system at the time. He maintained the pipelines and the wells, etc. And Ric is the dad of
David’s classmate, Christian. For some reason, he had to work on a troubling section of the
pipe for several weeks. He hand dug the hole so as not to break the pipe. And then he kept
digging, and digging…Tim and David silently watched this progress each morning as they
drove by. Finally, after several weeks, Ric was nearly chest deep in a very wide and
substantial hole, the size, one might say, of a small office cubicle. It was a drizzly day, and
David’s heart expanded in sympathy, saying, “My daddy has a shop. But Christian’s daddy
only has a hole.”

Animals Pray: Recently, a dear little 5-year-old girl named Anjali, was visiting the
home of my daughter, Krishnabai. (Anjali is the daughter of Krishnabai’s childhood friend,
Tamara, also from Ananda.) Anjali asked her sweetly, “Did you know that animals pray?”

Krishnabai didn’t know quite where this was going, so she simply said, “Oh?”

“Yes, eagles pray…and other animals pray...”

Krishnabai didn’t want to be the one to burst that sweet little bubble, so she smiled and
said again, “Oh!”

Somewhere Anjali had overhead the term of eagles preying on something, and made this
sweet assumption. I love these little moments, not just for their innocence, but also for a
glimpse into the child’s world.

Tragedy, and Divine Comfort: Last summer, in 2008, the son of an Ananda member
died in a tragic accident. He was in his mid-20’s, and his name was Janaka. Hundreds of
people gathered at the Lotus Lake outdoor temple for his astral ascension ceremony.
Hridaya, Janaka’s mother, spoke very powerfully that day; the spirit of God moved through
her, inspiring all present. Tamara was there, and had Anjali (then age 4) on her lap. Anjali
was looking up, and then drew in her breath quickly, and said, “God is right in front of
me!”

Tamara, listening to the ceremony, patted Anjali, and whispered reassuringly, simply to
quiet her. Once they were home, Tamara asked Anjali, “What did God look like?”

Anjali said, “Yogananda.”

Tamara didn’t know that Anjali knew the names and faces of the Gurus that well, but
Anjali was confident. Tamara asked if Anjali saw anyone else there. And Anjali said,
“Babaji” and showed her mom the photos of the two Masters at the altar. Tamara also
showed Anjali a picture of Janaka and asked her if she saw him, too, and Anjali said no.
 This story was an inspiration to the whole community. We could feel
the presence of the Masters there, but a sensitive child could see them.

"And they brought young children to Him, that He should touch them: and His disciples
rebuked those that brought them. But when Jesus saw it, He was much displeased, and said
unto them, Suffer the little children to come unto Me, and forbid them not: for of such is
the kingdom of God." Mark 10:13-14

Do you have a story you’d like to share? I’d love to hear it…You can add it to the
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Wonderful Things Kids Say (and do)

Prayer-Demands for Children By Paramhansa Yogananda

Finding God…in the Heart of Your Family

By Mary Kretzmann (Click on the rose)

From our family to yours, with love:

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