A V-formation flock of geese seems to have one member of the group as the leader, but each member takes its turn at the point of the V, leading the way as the others in the formation honk in encouragement. The geese stay together, even when one becomes sick or injured; the group stays with it until it is well enough to continue the journey at its regular pace.
Thursday, November 20, 2014
NOT SO TERRIBLE TWOS
As life becomes a little overwhelming with wars, rumors of
war, disasters, diseases, and all manner of ills, I find myself thankful for
two-and three-year-olds and other assorted toddlers.Perhaps that's part of the purpose for small
children.They provide a different
perspective on life.They teach us faith--and
they make us laugh.
A few weeks ago my small granddaughter informed the clerk at
Harmon's grocery store that "You need to clean your store."Taken aback the clerk asked if she'd found
something dirty. Little Jen pointed to the array of Halloween spider webs
overhead."'piders!Get a broom."
Attending a baptismal service for one of my grandchildren,
the then two-year-old impressed me with his generosity when he passed out
candy-like fruit chews to every child around us until I realized he was only
giving away the blue ones which he adamantly disliked.
As foster parents we once were blessed with a half-starved
two-year-old who had never had solid food.Slowly we added fruits, vegetables, and cereals to his diet.He stood by anxiously waiting every time I
baked cookies. He became an enthusiastic fan of cookies warm from the oven. Then
came a day when my husband and I sat in church with him between us waiting for
the sacrament prayer to begin.All was
quiet, then the other ward that shared our building rang a bell to signal their
class time was ending.Andy jumped to
his feet shouting, "Cookie done, Mommy!"
When it came time for our first grandson to get a haircut, I
somehow got elected to do the honors. Chris wiggled and ducked, turned his
head, and refused to sit still.Finally
I handed him a cookie, hoping it would distract him long enough to get the job
done.He sat still for about a minute
and I cut quickly, letting his hair drop wherever. He then solemnly handed back
the cookie, telling me, "Don't like fuzzy cookie." The cookie was
covered with fine, blonde hair.
Nate was quiet and behaved beautifully in church or while
shopping, then suddenly he would announce "Done," then he would
squirm, run off, yell, and be unmanageable.This is the same child who "worked" instead of
A friend's three-year-old grandson is in love with
cleaning.He loves to Swiffer and
demands that she shop at Walmart because he likes the way the cleaning products
aisle smells. I wonder if this obsession will last through his teenage years.
Jen does her best to teach me lessons in logic and fairness.
If I give her a treat, she holds up her other hand and lets me know she has two
hands so she needs two treats.Once she
was with me when I received a call from another grandchild's school telling me
he was ill and needed to be picked up.Naturally Jen went with me to get him, but once he was safely strapped
in the backseat beside her, she insisted I should go get the other boys (five
boy cousins nearly the same age). She's sure that the boys are a group package
and should all come to my house if
A long time ago, when I was a small child, I found a small pine
tree of only five or six inches tall, that had been uprooted.I took it home and an elderly neighbor
invited me to plant it in his yard.He
dug the hole, then let me do the rest.Through
the years I've often thought of him and the things he told me that day about
planting trees and raising children.He
said trees and babies represent faith.Those who don't believe tomorrow will come or that babies will grow into
fine adults lack faith. I'm convinced he was right.Planting trees and appreciating the wonder of
toddlers is what keeps us believing a better tomorrow is possible and that both
the trees and the babies, grown tall, will help it happen.