It’s a dangerous book, though. Put in the hands of the wrong person, this book has some really terrifying messages. Put in MY hands, that is. Perhaps I am the only person in history to twist this sweet story the way I did, but here’s what I took away from it:
There are clearly some advantages to being a PollyAnna – it is delightful to be able to find the good in people and things. It is a gift to contain light and kindness. The world may be nasty and unkind, but we can add kindness, and that does give joy to ourselves as well as others.
Here is why it is NOT a good idea to base one’s marriage off a PollyAnna story:
So, here’s what I’d like to say to that little PollyAnna Whittier. I’d like to say,
“Come here, little one. Climb up beside me. I’ve got a nice cup of hot cocoa, made just the way you like it, with a little vanilla mixed in. You are a beautiful creature, and the light you have brought our lives is a joyful gift, and I’m so glad you’re here….but I know you have some sadness. It’s okay to cry sometimes, sweetheart. Let me hold you….it’s okay. I’ll bet you miss your mama and your daddy until it hurts, but I am here for you. It’s okay to miss them, love. I would do anything to bring them back for you, and I’m so sad that I can’t do that for you. All I can do is tell you that I love you, and I will do everything in my power to honor them in the way I love you.”
Like PollyAnna, my early life wasn’t perfect, and like PollyAnna, I thought it was my attitude about it that mattered most, and not how others treated me. I taught my husband how to treat me, and what I taught him was that I didn’t matter. But you know what? Every little girl matters.
Maybe I should have read A Little Princess more often instead!