Gutters into Waterfalls

I learned a lesson from my two year old daughter today.  We went on a walk and as we were strolling down the sidewalk she looked at the slimy, mossy water in the gutter and said, "Look, a waterfall!"  I realized that we need to see life through the eyes of a child more often.  Sometimes, experience makes us hard and cynical.  But sometimes we just need to remember the smiles of our children, but not my two year old's smile right now, because at this moment she is screaming her head off, but she's not bleeding, and nothing is broken, and it's Mother's Day, so I'm letting my sweet, older daughters take care of this little ball of sunshine. So she is still screaming, but these screaming moments add credibility to the fact that we should be more like little children.  Because they're experiencing life too, and it's not like everything is roses for them.  They have their rough moments too.  But they are still good at turning lemons into lemonade. It's clear, that at this moment, my two year old is struggling, but I bet if I took her to the gutter again she would say, "Look!  A waterfall!"  So if you're having a rough day, or experiencing some "bumps" in life, go ahead, take a walk, and turn that gutter into a waterfall!  Or that bag of sugar into a pan of brownies, or that TV with the blank screen into a TV with Full House playing on it (you know you want to), or that quiet, empty room into a break dance floor (I think you're supposed to have a big piece of cardboard for that one, and parachute pants, and my husband told me that you should have a bandana tied around your knee too).  And right now, my seven year old daughter who is experiencing pain in her ankles (due to a disease she has) is saying, "Mom, can I snuggle with you, I haven't snuggled with you all day.  I really want to snuggle with you!"  So her version of turning gutters into waterfalls is turning pain into snuggle time.  Find your waterfall!!

I Do Believe in Fairies!

May 7, 2015

“I do believe in Fairies!  I do, I do!”  Okay, maybe my five-year old son didn’t say it exactly in this Neverland-like way, but that’s what he meant.  The other day, I was walking up the stairs, taking my two year old to her crib for nap time.  As I approached the top of the stairs I realized that I didn’t have “Blanky” and she does not nap without it.  In fact, she won’t even consider using a different blanket.  In fact, she will not even allow another blanket in her crib, (except for the one that covers her dolls, but that’s another story, and I don’t like to get off topic:)).  Anyway, I looked downstairs and saw my sweet 5 year old son sitting close to the blanket.  I said, “Can you bring me ‘Blanky?’” And he replied, “Ughhhhhhhhhh!!!”  And then he said, “I do everything!” I then put my baby in her crib and told her I would get her blanky.  I went downstairs and got it.  While doing this, my son said, “Mom, do you know why I didn’t get the blanket?  I wanted to see you do it, because you never do anything.”  Seriously?!  I don’t even need to go over all of the things I do, but let’s just say that this child does believe in fairies, and they do his laundry, and pick up after him, and play with him, and read him stories, etc.  Maybe I should’ve been annoyed with this comment.  But it actually made me giggle.  And as I’m writing this blog post, my five year old son picked up a stem that had been broken off of a flower, and said, “Mom, do you know what this is?”  And I said, “No.”  And he said, “Can you guess?”  And I said, “Um a stem?  A stick?”  And he said, “I have a Mother’s Day gift for you. Do you want it now or on Mother’s Day?”  I let him decide and he decided that now was the time.  He went upstairs (He does go upstairs), and came back down with a flower with the stem partially cut off.  He presented me with my gift and I gave him a great big hug!!  So I decided that he must think I do something!  And then after he gave me the flower, I read him a book about fairies, because I really wanted to tie the end of this blog in with the beginning (It feels better when I can do that).  And at the end of the fairy book, I said, “I do believe in fairies!  I do, I do!!”  And he just looked at me weird, and for a brief moment I was glad that he couldn’t read.  I didn’t need him saying, “That’s not what it says!” and ruin the end of this blog for me, when I was tying things up just perfectly.  Oh yeah, and at the end of the book my son was like, “Mom I believe in fairies, because you are a fairy.  You look like a fairy.  And you do a lot, just like fairies do a lot!”  And he didn’t say that with his mouth, but he had a look in his eye, and that’s what he could have been thinking.  I don’t know if that’s exactly what he was thinking…what am I, a mind reader?!  He actually said, "Why did you read that book?" And I was like, "I know, right?"