I read an article about Audrey Hepburn. She was a dancer in Holland during the war, and in an effort to raise money for the Dutch Resistance performed in silent productions. No one was permitted to clap, for fear of being discovered by the Nazis.
The notion is also the title for a song I sing with preschoolers.
"No Clapping in This House," to which everyone responds with enthusiastic applause. There are other verses too, like no whining, no tickling, and no wiggling. It's all a ruse to encourage toddler sized mischief.
But what happens when we forget to clap in life? I am already considering the Christmas gift for Benjamin's driver, who patiently handles traffic twice a day on his behalf. I know he gets paid, but that comes from another revenue source. Thanks should come
from me.
The cast are beginning to try on their costumes for the play. It astonishes me how every interaction is punctuated with gratitude. They ask humbly for small modifications, like this request.
"I could not find a ruler, but I pinned it up to about my knee, and that should be perfect! I am wondering however if it would be possible for me to have an apron. Only because the dress’s velcro opens at some times when I'm
dancing, and that just doesn't sound like a good idea... I mean, it’s ok if there aren't any. But I’m just wondering if it’s possible, that would be super! Thank you so much!"
Or this one after I straightened a hem and let out the tight sash.
"You are my biggest blessing of the day! Thank you!"
They are sixteen years old, and have already mastered the ability to braid appreciation with a
request.
I should be so wise. And remember to clap.
