So I reached out and took his smooth little heel in my left hand, and wiggled his big toe between my fingers. I began the rhyme but ran out of rhyme before I ran out of toes. He has six on each foot!
|count the toes|
Each time through we changed favorite foods. "This little piggy went to market...stayed home...ate ice cream, ate yogurt, ate..."
"Cookie!" he added.
"This little piggy ate cookies. This little piggy cried 'Wee,wee,wee' all the way home."
I wonder why had I never changed the chant before? None of my grandkids could relate to roast beef.
Bo and I enjoyed it much more this way.
While in the Colorado mountains we saw a herd of deer. They nibbled the bushes just a few feet away from us, although on the other side of the window. "Look, Bo!" we urged. He looked, but he was speechless.
After several minutes Bo surprised us with a unique thought. "Where's Santa?"
None of us had wondered that!
One friend shared that after a tragic death of a young woman in the family, the grandchildren said they bet the girl's father was glad she was with him in heaven for Christmas.
I think that's one important thing children do for us--give us a new lens that transforms what's familiar.
So if you don't have grandkids, or they live far away, or they're all grown up, or think they are, go find a young child to shake up your routine thoughts.
Will you share one of your grandchild's mind benders?