Theodor Seuss Geisel (March 2, 1904 – September 24, 1991) was an American writer and illustrator best known for authoring popular children’s books under the pen name Dr. Seuss
It is a shame that the author of several of the most popular children’s books of all time cannot be fully appreciated in any other language other than English. Whilst I’ve read a pretty decent translation of The Cat In The Hat in French (Le Chat Chapeaute), the genius rhythm and rhyme of his stories simply can’t be captured.
As a child I knew a few of his books and thought they had quite a bit of craziness about them….but more recently -upon reading some previously unfamiliar titles to my children – I discovered something beyond the eccentric and weird-looking characters of his stories … and that was his messages about attitudes and actions that we might consider encouraging in our lives for perhaps a ‘smoother, more mindful ride’.
I recognized my-self in a few pages of Oh The Places You’ll Go – (this was the last book published when Geisel was aged 86 – one year before he passed away): ‘I’m sorry to say so but, sadly it’s true that Bang-ups and Hang-ups can happen to you. You can get all hung up in a prickle-ly perch. And your gang will fly on. You’ll be left in a Lurch. You’ll come down from the Lurch with an unpleasant bump. And the chances are, then, that you’ll be in a Slump. And when you’re in a Slump, you’re not in for much fun. Un-slumping yourself is not easily done.’
There are a few reasons why I’m feeling in a ‘slump’ (many related to our impending move and husband staying in Toulouse on week-days) but one of the biggest is that…. every little thing makes me think of my mum – who passed away nearly a year ago now: whether it’s hearing classical music, looking at photos, seeing things that mum gave me, reading the personal inscriptions handwritten in the kid’s books, coming across anything related to horticulture, baking bread, following a particular recipe, hearing the words ‘mum’ or ‘grandma’, seeing my mother-in-law, anything related to hospitals and medical treatment, seeing calligraphy/pastel/oil/watercolor artworks, admiring her beautifully made and much-loved doll’s clothes, lying in bed…..the list is endless.
I long for the day when all of these little things conjure up beautiful happy memories, but for the moment all they seem to do is trigger a great sense of loss and emptiness.
And I think of Dad – who has been so courageous these past 12 months. Fortunately he is always there at the end of the line for a welcome chat.
My sister said that a good compass for our lives would be to ask ourselves regularly ‘What would Hazel/mum do?’…..In this situation?…..She would go ahead and un-slump herself! Which is ……well………… at least my intention.
‘….be sure when you step. Step with care and great tact and remember that Life’s a Great Balancing Act.‘ (Oh The Places You’ll Go)