Lunch conversation Friday with a three and half year old.
MissTell? Me: Yes?
I need to tell you some-phin. I’m tired. I need a nap.
It’s only 12:30, but this girl knows when she needs a nap. Quick trip to the bathroom to wash off spaghetti and upstairs to Grace’s “room”. One story I read aloud, then she grabs Spider Man and Kitty, turns over, and sleeps for nearly 3 hours.
Every other Friday is a Grace Day at our house because Larry and I share the day with Grace Jennifer. We’ve been doing this for over a year.
What a difference a year makes in the life of a toddler! We’ve been through the pacifer stage and potty training days.
She first came with animals hard wired in — the zoo, books, conversations were all about animals. We’re moving through super heroes now – Spider Man, the Hulk, and Buzz Lightyear. The princesses have also been regularly arriving in the backpack – Cinderella, Rapunzel, Snow White, and beyond.
My journal of thanksgiving on these Grace Days are filled with the joy we experience with this little one.
We seem to have moved beyond many 2 year old “issues”: no more diapers, eating well, playtime.
Two weeks ago we hopped rain puddles downtown after the puppet show in the library. Let me just mention that I haven’t been to the puppet shows since 1984 or so when Jennifer was a pre-schooler. It’s not easy to fold these stiff knees to sit on the floor with a hundred mamas and their little ones. But we managed, and she loved it.
Our best Grace story occurred several months ago. She woke up from nap and silently closed the door to “her room” which is also my office. When I checked on her and found the door closed, I knew something was up. My office was covered with post-its, yellow pieces of paper scattered on all the surfaces. Pictures removed from albums, items moved around -she had been busy! But her first words? “It be alright! It be alright!”
So I give thanks for these Grace days, that loud squeal, the “quick, run and hide” when “Lawwi” comes home. Today we sat on the porch in the rocking chair and watched the wind catch and sway limbs of tall trees. We still have to inspect the porch for spiderwebs and brush them away. But then she finds a “little bitty spiderweb” and I must not touch that one.
Giving thanks today for Grace and
- running and jumping with endless energy on the playground
- careful pulling up big girl panties
- watching butterflies
- hugs and delightful greetings
- singing “Here Comes Peter Cottontail” all morning