Littles loves princesses. She loves to dress like them, pretend she is one getting married, and read about them. Her book shelf houses a variety of stories about princesses, with her favorite being a four-story anthology of Disney princess weddings. We’ve read them a hundred times each. The plot is always the same: meet your prince, plan your dream wedding, live happily ever after.
I had a half day of vacation from last year that I needed to use or lose by the end of the week. In a previous life (okay, more like six years ago) I would have bitten my nails and worried about what people would think of me just taking four hours of vacation with no agenda or real thing to get done. In that past life, my imagined judgements of others would have convinced me to lose it.
It is almost a certainty that the universe was trying to teach me a lesson about wearing leggings as pants. I work in a business casual office with emphasis on business, but my boss was out of the office and her boss was out of the office. It was Wednesday morning and I would have preferred to pull the covers over my head and wear pajamas all day. Instead I rewarded my go-getterness (i.e. getting out of bed) with the decision to wear leggings to work.
We crossed the street hand in hand as Bigs ran up ahead of us to meet the neighborhood kids at the bus stop for the first day of school. Littles tugged my arm.
“Momma, do you think Bigsy will give me a hug? I’m really going to miss him.”
“You better ask him.”
Have you ever reached into a pocket and felt something that seemed familiar? Maybe you hadn’t thought about it in a while, but touching it reminded you of its existence? Often when it happens to me, I touch the object. Rub it around in my hand. Feel the nooks and crannies. I wonder why it is in the pocket and what should be done with it. Usually the toy or trinket made it into my pocket, because it doesn’t have a proper home. Almost universally, it is something that has been forgotten until it presses into my palm or tickles my fingers.