Friday, May 6, 2011
Turning into a beast?
The title of this post goes against my new-found (ok, not new-found, but my renewed effort towards “you get what you think about”) goal of only thinking in terms of the positive. However…after I tell the story…you be the judge.
Things tend to get a little crazy around here on Wednesdays when we try to get everyone out the door to various soccer and baseball practices which start at 5, 6, and 6:30 — all at different locations. Because past experience has taught me that certain children are a little less motivated than others to get out the door…we start the process early.
Last Wednesday was no different. Nor was it different from the aspect that Kenzie was not feeling overly compliant towards my requests to “get going.”
“Shin guards itch, I’m not wearing them.”
“Those sweats are the fluffy sweats. I don’t like them.”
“I don’t want that headband.”
“I want the yellow water bottle and Brynnley took it.” (Never mind that it had Brynnley’s name on it.)
I’ll spare you the rest as I’m sure you get the idea.
The thing is…no one has more fun than Kenzie once they get to the soccer field. She loves running around kicking the ball. But she certainly was onry about getting ready to go.
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FLASH FORWARD to after practice in the car on the way home. I had just finished telling Addysen about a few more ‘naughty’ things Kenzie had done throughout the day. In the meantime, Kenzie was practicing the songs they are singing in church for Mother’s Day from the backseat.
“Mother, I love you. Mother, I do. I’m so glad Father sent me to you…..
Mother I love you. I want you help you because I love you. I want to mind you…”
At this point I couldn’t help myself…I said,
“Kenzie, why don’t you listen to the words you are singing and try to do what you are singing.”
She said, “What?“
I said, “In the song, you talk about wanting to help me and mind me because you love me.”
There was silence in the backseat for a moment and then she belted out,
“FATHER, I LOVE YOU. FATHER I DO. I’m so glad Father sent me to you.“
She’s only 5. Please tell me she didn’t have the presence of mind to really think through that whole thing!
