3 wise little ones share some thoughts on “How to have a good life”

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Noa and Eden, while jumping up and down “Please please pleeeease can we have a play date?”

“Sure.”

Our neighbour, Kate arrives shortly after. “Just find something you girls can play while I work – and no TV.”

In chorus, “What are you working on?”

“Some writing for my blog.”

“What’s a blog?”

Oh boy, I somehow knew I had just opened a can of cyber worms.

“Where do the words go? What’s the internet?  How big is it?  Does it ever run out?  Who reads it?  The whole world?  Really?”  Something I must have said clearly won me a captivated audience.

“What’s it about mommy?” asked Eden in her most endearing voice.

“Hmm, the New Year …and how we can make the most of it… you know, doing our best to listen to our hearts …planning for what we want… stuff like that.”

Noa lit up with enthusiasm, “So if I said something people would listen?”

“I don’t know honey, but if it’s something good you’re saying, it doesn’t hurt to try.”

“I am nearly nine and I know what I would say to help others do good this year” assured Kate.

Here I was struggling to find the right word while these little ones eagerly awaited to spill theirs. So, I ripped three pink papers from the magnetic pad on our fridge and handed them out.  I was curious about what they’d say and figured this could be fun.  Armed with pretty stationery and glittery pens the girls got to work.

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noa, kate & eden

I asked the a few questions to get them going…

1.       If you had a magic wand and could learn one new skill this year what would it be?

Noa – I would learn to be magic and talk to animals.

Kate – I’d want to learn how to go to ‘Book Land’.

Eden – I wanna learn how to garden flowers, and swim really, really well.

2.       What do you think you’re good at?

Noa – Soccer and reading books.

Kate – Pretty much everything.

Eden – Colouring.

3.      What advice would you give others so they could have the best year ever?

Noa – I think people should not litter and they should help the environment.  Listen to other people’s ideas and think. Don’t beat up other people.  Spread love, be kind and care about others.  Never force someone to do something you don’t like.  Give others gifts and help everyone feel special.  Believe in your lovely dreams.  And stop smoking, or if you know someone who does, tell them to stop kindly.

Kate – In general, people should remember to have a good life.  I would say, don’t shoplift, don’t bully, don’t blame others when you did something wrong, admit something if it was you.  Plant gardens to make the planet more beautiful.  Help people who are hurt very badly, and be thankful even if you don’t like the gift you got.

Eden – Go to the park a lot.  Say please and thank you.  Be nice to animals, don’t bully and don’t steal presents or other peoples’ kids!  And if your headband broke and somebody gave you another one, like just the same headband, remember how nice that person is.   And if you listen to bad dreams, be careful, maybe they will come.  Also, don’t make people eat worms because they’re yucky and that’s really not nice.  And never give up.  That’s it.

I was right, this was fun and so much better than what I would have said.  They may be young but they are packed with wisdom, sweetness and a unique perception that is a treasure to witness. Thank you girls, I’ll keep your generous advice close to my heart as I ring in the New Year.

Happy New Year

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Roll with it

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Sometimes things don’t turn out as we imagined or hoped for.  This doesn’t mean that a situation is not good, just different from the version that played in our heads. Too often, not getting our way translates to disappointment or hurt instead of having it simply be an opportunity to experience something as is, without judgement. After all, if life unfolded exactly as we wished, it would make for an incredibly boring existence.

It is not difficult to see how the need to control our lives helps us guard against hardships.  What could very well be an act of self-preservation has become deeply rooted in every aspect of our society.  Its evidence can be found in creams that guarantee wrinkles from setting in, pills that help us avoid our feelings, regimens and air bags that keep danger at bay, and websites that promise to find our soulmates.  In reality, nothing is fool-proof.  This should in no way stop us from intending and planning the kind of life we want.  However, it is equally important to know how to release the kung-fu grip we have on those expectations and learn to roll with it.  Any woman who planned for the birth of her child knows this well.  We can plan and hope and prepare, but when it is time, we must simply accept what is happening and do our best with whatever comes at us.  Typically, the most impactful experiences in life are the ones that unfold despite our efforts because in those moments we are challenged to bring our best selves forth.  It is easy to be present and prepared and centered when we puppeteer a situation, but our ability to adjust, our ability to find grace in response to any given experience is when we see our spirit shine.

Last weekend I hoped to create a memorable day for my family as we set out to find our Christmas tree.  I made us a pancake brunch and we left shortly after 11am for Horton’s Magic Hill where a tractor ride, bonfire, and festivities awaited us. We scoured the fields singing “Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree, oh where are you hiding…”  My girls chose a beautiful tree and not surprisingly, a very special one that had an abandoned nest perfectly placed near the top branches. We enjoyed a hot apple cider near the bonfire and took leave in early afternoon. We must have gone through a time warp, a worm hole, a mini Bermuda triangle that temporarily moved north… It was an extraordinarily long drive home. I still cannot wrap my head around the fact that the ride back took five times as long as it normally would have. This was not part of my grand plan for a fun day.  I had to be at a Christmas party at four and I was in charge of food and drinks.  As time got away from me and four o’clock approached, my lack of control over the situation ate away at all the peace I had felt earlier that morning.  I didn’t want to disappoint my friends by being late and was so worried about letting them down that I failed to see how I was already letting my loved ones down by dissipating all the joy felt earlier. Even when I finally did make it to the Christmas party, it took some effort to relax and actually be present.  I kept wondering at how the day could have gone better.

Things took an unexpected turn, a different ending, that’s all.  So instead of going home and decorating our tree while singing carols and finishing the day off with hot chocolate and holiday cheer, we hurled the tree in the house and raced out muddy and dishevelled. I had no control over the delay that derailed my day, but then again, I had not counted on having extremely grateful kids that made the best of their time and didn’t complain once -and I certainly hadn’t planned to find my new favourite ornament nestled within tree branches.  Each time I look at it I wonder if its architect had ever pictured this nest tucked among gold stars and twinkle lights.  I bet that talented mama bird hadn’t planned for her beautifully crafted nest to gift another mama with much heartfelt gratitude.

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The darndest things -chicken pox

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(Noa, when speaking about the importance of getting vaccines even though the needles hurt)

“What’s chicken pox mommy? ”

“Well, it’s a virus that makes you sick.  Red itchy dots appear all over your body and kids are more likely to get it than adults which is why you should get the vaccine.”

“Like, all over… ALL OVER?”  she raised a concerned eyebrow, “Even on your privates?”

“Yup, and your face and your hands.  I wish they had vaccines for it when I was little.  It can get quite uncomfortable and if your scratch the sores, you get scars like the one I have on my forehead.”

She looked closely, “Oh, that’s what that hole is.”

“It is not a hole, thank you very much.  It’s a constant reminder of many days at home bored and covered in calamine lotion -that’s a lotion for the itchiness.  One day I was playing cards and lost at Go Fish.  It was a dumb mistake.  I slapped my forehead and felt a pop.”

She caressed my forehead gently and tilted her head in empathy “How old were you when you got the chicken dots?” she asked.

“I was twelve,” suddenly I was flooded with the same adolescent drama of this unfairness, ” I got teased so badly.  Some kids called it a Paki-Dot, which is very rude and inaccurate so never say that. I hated it.”

“So for only twelve years you didn’t have it?”

“That’ s right’ ”

“Think of all the years it’s been with you.  It went everywhere with you.”

“You’re right honey, it’s not really a big deal.  I don’t really mind any more,”

I paused, wondering at the depth this was taking.

“But you gotta love it too mommy.  It’s so cute.  You had it for so long, it’s kinda like a friend.”

“I guess it is.  It gives me a story to tell and it’s what makes my face look like me now.”

“That’s how I’ll always know it’s you.”  she assured while lightly hovering over the scar with her index finger.

“Ok mommy, you can let the doctor pinch me with the needle”.♥