For some reason (perhaps because I am having trouble in this strange season keeping days of the week straight), I started thinking about today, which is, I’m certain, Tuesday. Tuesday seems rather mundane – not exciting like the potentiality of Monday or the relief of Friday…There are probably reasons why each day of the week might feel different to one or another of us. Do you remember the nursery rhyme I about each day’s child? I never could remember it…so I looked it up this morning. Listen:
Monday’s child is fair of face, Tuesday’s child is full of grace, Wednesday’s child is full of woe, Thursday’s child has far to go, Friday’s child is loving and giving, Saturday’s child works hard for a living. And the child that was born on the Sabbath Day is bonny and blithe and good and gay.
No wonder I never learned it! First of all, what if my Sabbath is on a day other than Sunday? And why are some of the days happy and others “full of woe” or something similar? I know it was written to help children learn the days of the week in order, but really!! Fair is fair and that doesn’t seem fair!
I have vague memories of hearing the poem and wishing I was born on a Monday or Tuesday…but, alas! my day (which I had to look up) was Saturday! Maybe I should consider this as I sit with these silly thoughts when it would be more sensible to look to this day for what could be accomplished.The sun is out, after all, and we’re promised a mild temperature…so I should get moving…but maybe I’ll just sit here and consider how lucky I am today to feel “full of grace!”
Have a nice day Easterish day!