Sometimes playing along with my daughter's imagination requires a great deal of commitment. As we were pulling up to order from Taco Bell, Kyrstin asked if I could order a pretend bone for her stuffed dog. I agreed.
TB: Will that be all?
Me: Yes.
Kyrstin: You forgot to order a pretend bone!
TB: It will be $8.25.
Me: May I also have a pretend bone?
TB: What was that?
Me: Nothing, thank you!
When we get up to the window, I "have" to ask again. I forget why.
Me: My daughter wants to know if you have any pretend bones for her stuffed animal.
TB: No.
Me: Will you just pretend you are giving me a bone?
TB: Oh! Here you go.
The kids are each sitting in their own row of the van, with Kyrstin farthest back. So I "hand" the "bone" to my son.
Me: Here, Stefan, hand this back to Kyrstin.
Kyrstin: He's not handing it to me! (Boohoo, etc.)
I pull forward a little bit. There are probably 25 ways I could have resolved this, but here's what I decide to do: I "took" it from Stefan, and "threw" it to her. She caught it and was happy. The end.
Friday, September 27, 2013
Wednesday, September 04, 2013
Blessed
Today was my birthday. I won't spill the beans, but I'm old enough to run for President now. Don't worry, I don't any political ambitions.
I wanted to write a short post about good friends. Ones who remember your birthday, or hate that they forgot it. This morning I got an e-mail from the Sara Groves camp, with a link to a new song, "Blessed Be the Tie." I thought about friends I've known for a dozen years, and a few from college that I've known for 15 or so, and how I feel like I've known them since we were children. I know about how they grew up, what they believe, how they live, what they value, and they know some of that about me. I miss them so, yet am so grateful to have such friends - they are part of who I am. I don't know if that can happen again - if new friendships can form that were and are that special. Perhaps. I didn't expect it to start at age 22. I may look back and bless the tie that binds some new friendships. For now, I meditate on the blessings already given. Here is the song.
I wanted to write a short post about good friends. Ones who remember your birthday, or hate that they forgot it. This morning I got an e-mail from the Sara Groves camp, with a link to a new song, "Blessed Be the Tie." I thought about friends I've known for a dozen years, and a few from college that I've known for 15 or so, and how I feel like I've known them since we were children. I know about how they grew up, what they believe, how they live, what they value, and they know some of that about me. I miss them so, yet am so grateful to have such friends - they are part of who I am. I don't know if that can happen again - if new friendships can form that were and are that special. Perhaps. I didn't expect it to start at age 22. I may look back and bless the tie that binds some new friendships. For now, I meditate on the blessings already given. Here is the song.
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