She said: "You know Mom? It's interesting how there are so many languages in our world. People speak to each other with so many different sounds, and there are so many, many different ways to say the same thing!" Amused by her bright little brain: work-work-working, it seems, all the time, I nodded, stirring the eggs, and smiled at her, saying "Yes, that's true baby.." She continued: "I wish there was a language that we all shared, all of us in the world, wherever we went we could speak that language and everyone else would speak it too; poor people and rich people, people who live in cities and in forests? Where we could all speak it and know just what each other meant?"
Interested in this idea, I said: "What would that serve, my love, if we all spoke the same language?" She considered this for a moment, and then said thoughtfully: "I bet then, Mom? That there would be more peace, and less wars. I bet then people would understand that we are all really the same, even if we look and sound different. You know? Because fighting usually happens from not understanding what each other are saying."
Moved by her careful clarity and insight, I scooped the scrambled eggs onto their plates and buttered their cinnamon-raisin toast. "Well.." I said, kissing the top of her beautiful head, as I placed the plates in front of her and her brother, "There is ONE language I can think of, that we all share in our world..??" Araela's eyes immediately brightened, her mouth spread into the most beautiful smile: "LOVE!" she said. "We all speak the language of love. All the mamas and papas and children of the world. Our hearts know it. All the grandparents and all the animals even. With all our different sounds and words for love. Everyone knows about love."
She took some bites of food, I poured myself tea, and let myself pause in the morning flurry for a moment to sit down with them. She was still pondering all this: "So maybe if we were quiet, all of us, when we come together with people from different countries? If we don't speak our different languages at all? If we are quiet enough then we could just notice: we all know about love. We all care about love. Even the people who forget, like the big criminals? Or really angry people? They want love too, right? And if they could hear everyone, quiet, just being love together, maybe it would make something better?"
At the word "criminal" Ezra (5) perked up, with something to contribute to the dialogue: "Yes," he said, nodding, knowingly, chewing a mouthful: "Criminals also want love. Even really, really scary guys? We could love them, and they could heal."