Think Pink

For the Spohr Family, awaiting the birth of their daughter:

I had a dream before the birth of my second where I was riding a horse up a hill and having a hard time of it. I was bumped and jolted and trying not to fall off, just hanging on for dear life. Then I heard a voice saying, “Ride the horse. Don’t let the horse ride you.” So, I relaxed in the saddle and leaned forward and flew up the hill on the horse.

Take a deep breath and RIDE THAT HORSE.

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Grandma Tales

She was born into royalty. There was a tiara on her bassinet and everyone called her princess—and so it was so. By the age of three, she was asserting her regal rights. She had everything defined and catalogued. It was by her whim and approval that things were done. . And so it was on a certain afternoon that she decided to move the royal entourage from inside the house to the backyard. The impending plan was to take all the babies (stuffed toys, dolls, plastic figures, and paper playthings) to the deck chairs and then formulate a game to play with them. On the way outside, she came up with the perfect “pretend”. “Let’s pretend the babies are sick and you have to call emergency (*royal term that means 911, ambulance, personnel or hospital) and they have to come and get the babies and take them to the hospital.” It had been a long day of play and this sounded like something that Gigi could accomplish with her mind in neutral and so she willingly agreed. By this time, all the babies were in a deck chair and Gigi was sitting in another chair beside them. Princess Joy almost never sat and so she was out in front giving directions as fast as they came into her mind. “O.k., pretend the babies are sick and you call emergency.” Gigi says,” brring, brring,. Hello, we have some sick babies, please come and get them.” The princess starts jumping up and down in excitement and yelling “here they come, here they come to get the babies. O.k., now pretend they’re going to the hospital.” Gigi starts picking up babies and plopping them down in the chair on the other side of her (which does not require her to stand up or walk). “No, Gigi, that isn’t the hospital, this is. “ She’s pointing to a chair three spaces down (which WILL require standing and walking). “ They are exactly the same kind of chair. “Why can’t this one be the hospital? “ “ Because it isn’t, Gigi..” Gigi sighs a sigh of defeat and picks up an armful of babies and starts to put them in the hospital chair. “No, no, no, they are really sick and they have to be taken one by one so they don’t get sicker.” “ I am being very careful and I think the emergency (*ambulance) can hold this many at once.” “ No, no, no, Gigi, you have to do it this way.” “ Why?“ “ Because it’s just pretend and just pretend is whatever I say it is.” Royalty speaks; commoners obey. For the next half-hour, sick babies are transported from one chair to the identical chair farther down. During that half-hour, Gigi learns that you take the little babies first and then the big babies, but you have to put the big babies in the back of the group and the little babies in the front. This presents another problem of arrangement, because the ones you transport first sort of get put at the back. The babies have to be evacuated to another chair and then rearranged in the hospital chair. But even a princess sometimes tires of her kingdom and so she decided to leave the babies for awhile in order to make chalk pictures in some appealing squares of concrete. Gigi wanted to be the idea person and let Princess Joy have all the fun, but the princess said, “Just pretend that you are my friend and this is our work. And you have to work too, because it’s just pretend and can be whatever I say.” Thankfully, there were some bottles of bubbles by the chalk, and the princess decided to blow bubbles up in the sky. She didn’t have time to wait to give the new directions on how to play this game, but sent a few bubbles quickly skyward, when her attention was drawn to formation after formation of migrating birds. She came over and crawled into Gigi’s lap and they took in the wonder. The princess thought they must be blackbirds because that was their color. Gigi agreed…distance and color perception shouldn’t be explained when it required all the senses to revel in the splendor of the sight. Minutes passed and she asked in a quiet voice, “Gigi, do you know where they’re going?” Not waiting for a reply, she continued, “South. They’re flying south.” “Where in the south?,” Gigi asked. “ I just told you” was her quick response, “ South.” She said it confidently and affirmatively in the way she would say the desert or the ocean or the top of the mountain. South. The formations were beginning to be scraggly and she hopped down and thought of a new idea. “Let’s blow bubbles up in the sky and see if they’ll look like the blackbirds, and they can fly south with the blackbirds, o.k., Gigi? “ Gigi thought this was the best idea of the day: After all, this COULD happen in the realm of just pretend-- An orderly universe, an agreeable companion, a wondrous sight on a storybook day.

I love just pretend!


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Ballet

Joy had her very first of ballet lesson today. She has been waiting forever. FOREVER. The countdown started on Saturday. We had to discuss the number of days, hours, minutes until she could go.

She practiced in her new ballet shoes. She practiced in costumes. She practiced her moves, her facial expressions, and her entrances and exits. She practiced so much that we had to buy new tights.

We got to class 40 minutes early. She watched the class before hers with stars in her eyes. She looked adorable.

She had her hair in a bun. She wore a pink leotard, pink tights, pink skirt, pink ballet shoes. I wanted to gobble her up! (She was the cutest little thing. Definitely the cutest in the whole school, and no, I am not biased!)

When class started she went right inside, no hesitation. There were only three other girls in her class. It was for 4-6 year olds. (She just turned 4.) The other girls were 5, 6, and almost 7. She looked so little. I was worried. I didn’t know if she would be intimidated. She wasn’t. I didn’t know if she could do it. She could. I didn’t know if she would like it. She did. I didn’t know if it would be all she had built it up to be—it was!!!!

After class she floated to the car. She told us that she needed to call everyone to tell them. Tell them what? “I’m a ballerina dancer now!” Oh, of course. Where can I get some of that moxie?


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