30/09/2026
There is an idea running underneath The Green Ember that I think about often, mama.
The rabbits live in a broken world. Their home has fallen. Much has been lost and there is no pretending otherwise — S.D. Smith does not write a comfortable story.
But they hold on to a vision of what they call the Mended Wood. The world as it was meant to be, and as it will one day be again. They work for it, sing about it, and set tables for it before it arrives.
They live now in the light of a world that is coming.
I do not think there is a better description of what we are doing in our homes.
Our children are growing up in a world that is plainly not right. They will find this out. You cannot prevent it and you should not try — a child who has been told everything is fine will not trust you when she discovers it is not.
What you can do is give her stories where the brokenness is real and the mending is also real.
Not stories that pretend. Not stories that despair. Stories that hold both.
That is why the old books last. Narnia has a real winter and a real spring. The Hobbit has a real dragon and a real homecoming. The Green Ember has a real fall and a real Mended Wood.
Children who grow up inside stories like these learn something they cannot be taught directly: that it is possible to look at what is broken without either lying about it or giving up.
Give her the books that hold both, mama.
She is going to need them. 🌿