While the big kids were all off with friends, my husband and I decided to brave the heat and take our two-year-old to the playground for the afternoon.
After playing for a few minutes, she became very concerned about all the sand that was getting in her “flipper-floppers.” I remarked, in my very best take-note-of-this,-it’s-profound voice,
“If you want to go to the playground, you have to be willing to get some sand in your shoes.”
I immediately went into deep-thoughts mode, mulling over the reality of how the very best things in this life are usually the hardest, too….and yet they’re so very worth the “sand.” (Think: Christian living, relationships, raising children, and so on.) But never fear, I won’t go further. This isn’t going to be that kind of post. Because, you see, my toddler wasn’t feeling the least bit philosophical with me. She just wanted to play.
She invited me into her “house,” and I happily obliged. We sat down on her “couch,” which she told me her husband had built for her. When I asked who her husband was, she thought for a bit before answering, “His name is Emily.”
So we sat together on the couch and I asked her, “What do you do in your house, ma’am?” Her answers:
I open the blinds.
I drink coffee.
I eat food–vegetables, I think.
(The adult world as seen through the eyes of a toddler…..If only it were as simple as that, right?)
When asked how else she spent her time at home, she said, “I have a child. I read lots and lots of books to my child. And my child listens.”
Here’s my very favorite shot of the day, of the week, and of the month so far:
I hope you’re enjoying the sunshine. I hope you’re smiling today.