Out of the mouth of babes…
I used to journal a lot, and the joy I find in journaling is being able to go back in time… before the Instagram and Facebook era. This happened about 31 years ago… when our oldest daughter Becca was about 4 years old, and we had moved to Sharjah, an emirate of the UAE.
We lived in a small apartment building next to the souq (a market place lined with beautiful small shops and restaurants), in a town called Rolla, and Becca was ecstatic to find that the apartment next to us had twins her age – twin girls named Ammu & Binu. The three of them soon became inseparable – and if allowed, would play all day in either our home or theirs. I never could understand the closeness of this friendship because, Becca spoke only English, and her friends only spoke *Malayalam. But, that did not seem to deter the three of them and they played together for hours on end. All I could hear was a jabber of Malayalam, punctuated by English chatter, and then gales of laughter.
So one day, I had to ask…
Me: How do you understand your friends, Becky? They don’t speak any English – and you don’t speak their language? But you guys have so much fun together?
Becca: Oh, Ammu & Binu can’t speak English, mama. But you know, we all laugh in English!!
I laughed at the time but maybe there is something deeper in the words of a 4 year old, that could teach the world a thing or two! In this day and age when seemingly simple things divide us, it’s good to remember… no matter our vaccination status or the colour of our skin; no matter the language we speak or our political likes and dislikes… we all understand laughter, right? It truly is the universal language… a gift from the Creator.
*Malayalam – a South Indian language
2 Comments
Roy
An intriguing piece. Laughter, as you identify, is universal. I think the crucial point here is that children have no barriers. We took our son to Europe when he was 10 and were on a campsite in Luxembourg next to a Belgian family with two girls around the same age. They had played for hours together with no common language but they obviously found a problem eventually and Phillip shouted at us to “come and interpretate”.
It’s just later in life that some are taught about discrimination. Oh, that we coukd remain as kids.
Ruth mattam
Yes. So true, Roy. If only…! Sigh!