In a long-lost folder of favorite publications, reflections and writing assignments, I found “Helping with Homework,” written when Annie was a second semester high school freshman. Try the assignment yourself: Ask someone close to you, “What’s your favorite treasure (thing, object)?” –Sue Edison-Swift (1/24/2010)
Helping with Homework
“But I don’t have a favorite object!” I protest in the dark. Although it is still early evening, we three Edison-Swifts are already in bed. I am sharing a bed with daughter Annie because husband Paul is making unappealing flu noises. I hand Annie ear plugs in case I make unappealing noises of my own.
“That’s why I told you about the assignment early,” yawns Annie in practiced 15-year-old style, “so you could think about it. You’re supposed to tell me a story about your favorite thing, and I’m supposed to write it up using your voice—your writing style.”
Well, I have a favorite present. The Christmas I was 12, Grandma Huebner gave me a glass candle-bowl. That same Christmas mom gave me a Barbie doll. Actually, it wasn’t even a real Barbie. It was a Tammy doll and it was kid stuff. The candle bowl was my first grown-up present. I thought it was an object d’ art.
“So the bowl is your favorite thing?” Annie asks as she inserts ear plugs.
“No, no. I don’t think I have a favorite thing…. How about telling the story about the thing that became my favorite only when I gave it away?”
“Hmmm.”
Taking a hmmm for interest, I continue. “I was at a four-day women’s conference. We were asked to bring a symbolic piece of cloth with us and use it to introduce ourselves. I brought the Christmas ornament Umma made for me out of my wedding-dress material. I shared the ornament, as directed, with another woman at my table. ‘Oh, thank you,’ she said as she put the ornament in her purse, ‘this is very special.’ Continue reading →