Oh my dear readers, I have soooo much to tell you. I don’t know where to start.
There’s some heavy stuff, but can we leave that alone today? Can we start the weekend on a high note? Cause in the middle of the heavy stuff, there’s been some really, really, really (no seriously, REALLY) amazing stuff going on around here.
I could start with the story that Luau told the other day about the girls playing Hangman on the Fourth of July. I’d been dying to tell you myself, with my own spin on it and to give you some of the background behind it and how OH MY GOD OUR GIRLS ARE PLAYING FLIPPIN’ HANGMAN TOGETHER AT THE TABLE came to be. I really wanted to tell you how Katie and I have played it for YEARS at restaurants and how Brooke never seemed to take notice or show an interest (come closer, guys, this next part is important) but how she apparently was WATCHING and TAKING IT ALL IN l in and LEARNING even though she didn’t LOOK like she was (you see where I’m going with this, right?) because suddenly one day she said, “May I play too?” and by God she COULD and she DID and this is a kid who WOULD NOT so much as HOLD a writing implement until close to five and who I couldn’t for the life of me fathom how we were going to teach her to read (OK, that was horrible grammar, but I’ve got like seven stories left, so there’s no time to be nitpicky) and HOLY HELL, PEOPLE she PLAYED HANGMAN WITH HER SISTER. And the words she picked? Well, icing on the cake really – P-O-O-P, K-A-T-I-E and my all time favorite, S-N-E-L-L-Y. The reason I love snelly so much is that I have no idea what it means, but it’s Brookespeak and Katie totally guessed it because well, she speaks her sister’s language. Oh, and then just to show off after Hangman ran its course, Brooke DID THE WORD SEARCH on the kid’s menu. And it was like so not a big deal, like I totally do this all the time, so yeah, like whatever. (You know, except NOT.)
So yeah, that one really deserves its own post, but I guess is going to be have to be satisfied with a really long paragraph full of absurdly run-on sentences instead. In my defense, I used a lot of capital letters, so hopefully that helps ease the blow. Moving on …
Ooh, I could totally start with the ice cream story. Oh my God, you guys, this one’s a DOOZY. (Please note, when I break out the caps lock I mean business, people.) This one had me over the moon, but I’ve been hesitant to tell it because I not only wasn’t there to witness it, but I wasn’t even there to hear the first hand retelling of it. But I totally trust Luau – well, you know, mostly – to relay what he heard, so here goes.
Last week, at the camp that hosts Brooke’s extended year program, they had Ice Cream Day. The kids were given a choice between chocolate or vanilla. Now my little princess ain’t too keen on this idea of choosing a single flavor. Her mother’s daughter, she apparently sees no point in picking just one. I find it hard to blame her.
Anyway, true to form, when her para, the awesome Yo B! asked which ice cream she was going to choose, she said, “Both.” When he went on to explain that there was not enough ice cream for the children to get both so she’d have to choose one, she said, “I will get BOTH.” (Please note, when I use caps lock, she means business, people.)
When he explained – yet again – that she needed to choose one because that was the rule today, she said, “I will get BOTH.” And so it went for some time, until finally, the utterly brilliant Yo B!, who completely GETS my kid, said, “OK, Brooke, you know what? You can get both. But if we do that, we’ll have to go into the library to eat by ourselves.” He explained that the other kids were only allowed to choose one flavor and it would make them feel sad (listen, we’re working with limited emotional identification here, people, jealous ain’t there yet) if they saw her eating both in front of them.
So our little heroine thought for a moment and said, “OK.” All right, so this isn’t the good part of the story, but it’s coming, I promise. As they walked toward the line, Brooke had an epiphany. “Actually,” she said (I so wish you could hear the way she says it – kinda like ACK-choo-uh-lleee and seriously, it’s almost unbearably cute) “I will get vanilla. I don’t want to hurt my friends’ feelings.”
And the skies opened and the seraphim sang and see, I told you Yo B! was brilliant and totally GETS my kid and holy crap on toast, can we even talk about this? How many puzzle pieces went into this kid choosing, of her own free will, to STAY WITH THE OTHER CAMPERS and to take into account their FEELINGS and to decide that HER EMPATHY for them overrode her own desire to have what she wanted and Dear God in heaven, this is HUGE people, HUGE. No theory of mind, my fat white arse. Moving on ..
Or, I could start with one of the ‘smaller’ ones, though perhaps not smaller in import, at least in terms of word count. Like the other day when Luau was brushing Brooke’s hair and she asked him, ‘Why does your hair look different than my hair?”
Or when she asked me later that day, “How do you walk a cat?”
Or I could tell you how she ran around on a putt-putt green and declared, “I am a famous golfer!”
Oooh, or I could tell you how I asked Luau (as we headed to the beach) if he remembered to pack the beach toys and when he said, “Oh shoot, I forgot!” Brooke said, “Well that wasn’t very smart,” and we all cracked up.
Or I could tell you about how she shivered getting out of the water at pool that same day and as I pulled her onto my lap and curled her into a warm hug she said, “Mom, you take care of me sometimes.” and I nearly melted right then and there.
Or I could tell you how she keeps ordering her food in restaurants by saying, “Is that a hot dog I smell?” and how I know I really have to get her back to “May I please have .. ” but well, maybe just another week or so? Please? C’mon, it’s not hurting anybody.
See? Now you understand, right? How on earth could I figure out where to start? I’m at a loss. Screw it, I’ll let you pick. But no matter where you start reading, promise me one thing, would ya?
I’m not going to shout this next part at you, cause I think I’ve already overused the caps lock, but please take this in, OK? This is important.
Remember that the little girl in these stories – this girl taking baby steps and quantum leaps – is coming from a place that even very recently looked very , very different.
Remember that it was here that I wrote about the very first time that she pointed at something and said “Look, Mama.” - two weeks shy of her sixth birthday.
Remember that I wrote about the very first “why” question that she asked – at six years old.
Remember that I wrote about the first time she ever asked a question with no purpose other than to initiate interaction – at five.
I could keep going (‘cept not really cause I don’t have time), but I trust that you get my point. This is a little girl who has been slowly, steadily filling her toolbox. The journey to this place sure has never remotely resembled a straight line forward – EVER. Instead it’s been a zig-zag, fraught with missteps and occasional backward slides. But nonetheless, here we are. Playing Hangman and choosing social interaction and not just showing but acting on sensitivity to others and using Why and How and words like ‘famous’ and by God, being AWARE of conversation and COMMENTING (sorry, it’s addictive) and interacting with us and her world in ways I was once convinced I’d never see.
So, anyone want to play Hangman?
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