Thursday, August 18, 2005
In Rayna's words...
The English language is never mundane in the mouth of a three year old!...
Oft' have we heard Rayna remark with utter conviction, "I don't very like this!"
Rayna was in a black mood recently because her mother had had the audacity to go to work and leave her behind in the care of her grandparents. Later as they were enjoying a walk outside her Grandpa Cochran found a brightly colored blue-jay feather on the ground and thought his little granddaughter would enjoy having it. He handed it to her expecting to hear an exclamation of admiration over the beauty of the feather. I think he had mistaken her dramatic tears as I had left a half hour or so earlier for broken-heartedness! So, he was caught completely off guard when instead of expressing delight, the quietly simmering wounded one threw the feather down with utter contempt as she wehemently spat, "I HATE THOSE BIRDS!"
Last night in a tiny, small voice she confided to her older sister, "I've been sad all my life..."
This morning, as Doug left for his first day of first grade (having been bear-hugged and kissed all over at least three times by his little sister as he had tried to get out the door), Rayna dissolved into tears as the school van pulled away from our house. Darcy asked her in a voice of motherly concern, "What's the matter, Honey?" And Rayna replied in a voice filled with tragedy, "I miss my son-boy."
Twenty minutes later, fully recovered from her devastation, she was waving a pony tail ring in front of my face bugging me to put her hair back into a pony tail (which it is too short for, but I always lose the battle of trying to convince her of this and just surrender and do the best I can with the short little wisps of hair that cover her head). Always one to go into great detail about everything, she informed me that this particular pony tail ring "was my favorite when I was growing up too fast." And when would THAT have been? In her eyes, she has lived a very, very long life, indeed! ¶ 8/18/2005 07:18:00 AM
Oft' have we heard Rayna remark with utter conviction, "I don't very like this!"
Rayna was in a black mood recently because her mother had had the audacity to go to work and leave her behind in the care of her grandparents. Later as they were enjoying a walk outside her Grandpa Cochran found a brightly colored blue-jay feather on the ground and thought his little granddaughter would enjoy having it. He handed it to her expecting to hear an exclamation of admiration over the beauty of the feather. I think he had mistaken her dramatic tears as I had left a half hour or so earlier for broken-heartedness! So, he was caught completely off guard when instead of expressing delight, the quietly simmering wounded one threw the feather down with utter contempt as she wehemently spat, "I HATE THOSE BIRDS!"
Last night in a tiny, small voice she confided to her older sister, "I've been sad all my life..."
This morning, as Doug left for his first day of first grade (having been bear-hugged and kissed all over at least three times by his little sister as he had tried to get out the door), Rayna dissolved into tears as the school van pulled away from our house. Darcy asked her in a voice of motherly concern, "What's the matter, Honey?" And Rayna replied in a voice filled with tragedy, "I miss my son-boy."
Twenty minutes later, fully recovered from her devastation, she was waving a pony tail ring in front of my face bugging me to put her hair back into a pony tail (which it is too short for, but I always lose the battle of trying to convince her of this and just surrender and do the best I can with the short little wisps of hair that cover her head). Always one to go into great detail about everything, she informed me that this particular pony tail ring "was my favorite when I was growing up too fast." And when would THAT have been? In her eyes, she has lived a very, very long life, indeed! ¶ 8/18/2005 07:18:00 AM
