Somewhere in a little town lived a little Mommy, a Big Daddy and their four little children. Little Child # 1 is 6 years old. Little Child # 2 is 5 years old. Little Child #3 is 2 years old. And Little Child #4 is but a baby. Little Child #1 can already read, quite well, if I may say so. He reads books without pictures now. He reads a book as soon as he wakes up in the morning when he could not yet visit Little Mommy and Big Daddy in their bedroom because they are still asleep. He reads books when he is not allowed to play with his computer games. He loves to read and to leave the books all over the place. But that is another story.
Little Child # 2 also likes to read. He likes getting books from the shelves and asking Little Mommy or Big Daddy to read to him. Sometimes, he asks his big brother, Little Child # 1, to help him when Little Mommy and Big Daddy are not available. He can read some on his own now too and he leaves his books all over the place as well. But this is also another story. .
Little Mommy read a lot to them when they were much littler.
Now, about Little Child # 3.
One day, Little Mommy asked Big Daddy, "I wonder if our Little Child # 3 is interested in reading at all?"
She asked because Little Child # 3 just played whenever Little Mommy is reading a story to her older children. Sometimes, Little Child # 3 would bring him a book - the one about 100 trucks with 100 pictures in it. But after looking at 3, 4, or 6 pictures, Little Child #3 goes away. Little Mommy remembers that by 2 1/2 years old, both Little Child #1 and Little Child #3 had caused her some sore throat because they asked her to read their favorite books over and over and over again.
They liked Barbapapa, Little Engine That Could, Take Me to the Zoo, Go Dogs Go, and dozens of Thomas the Tank stories which eventually Little Mommy grew wary of, and even hated. See? Little Mommy read those books to them countless times that she felt their very words were already coming out of her ears, and skin, and eyes.
Ever the wise one, Big Daddy replied, "Give him time". Little Mommy happens to be an obedient Little Mommy so she just let Little Child #3 be.
One day, while Little Mommy was relaxing on her chair, Little Child #3 came. He was holding 'Thomas and Percy and the Dragon'. He also had "Thomas and the Big, Big Bridge' with him. Then he said in his sweet little voice, "Plee read Tombam and Perper me." Which meant "Please read Thomas and Percy to me". Little Child #3 just has the sweetest little voice there is. Little Mommy has this silly wish that Little Child #3 does not learn to talk well so soon so that she can always listen to his cute little words and sweet little voice. But that is just plain silly of Little Mommy.
Little Mommy was happy. She and Little Child #3 went to the couch so Little Child could seat on her lap. And she read Thomas and Percy and the Dragon about 3 times that time. Then she read Thomas and the Big Big Bridge. Then Little Mommy gave up. Her throat hurt. Before the day was over, she must have read the same books again.
Little Mommy has read Thomas and Percy and the Dragon more than a dozen times since then, Thomas and the Big Big Bridge half a dozen times, in addition to Thor and the other Thomas stories that Little Child #3 brought to her to be read. Little Mommy now has a lot more opportunities to hurt her throat. She also learns to read in different ways. Maybe, Little Mommy will be a voice actor one day.
Peace of soul comes to those with the right kind of anxiety about attaining perfect happiness, which is God. A soul has anxiety because it final and eternal state is not yet decided, it is still and always at the crossroads of life. This fundamental anxiety cannot be cured by a surrender to passions and instincts; the basic cause of our anxiety is a restlessness within time that comes because we are made for eternity.
If there were anywhere on earth a resting place other than God, we may be very sure that the human soul in its long history would have found it before this. ~ Archbishop Fulton J. Sheen