This morning, my 3-year-old grandson asked, "Grandma, if you could be a raindrop or a snowflake, which one would you choose?"
I thought for a moment (or ten), and then made a case for each.
As a raindrop, of course, I would feed the grass and the beautiful flowers in his yard. I would fill the birdbath that the visiting cardinal seems to love so much. I would make super-neat puddles to jump in (with my sneakers off, mind you), especially when Mommy is not looking! I would make the rocks in his yard glisten when the sun comes out again. I would make great noises as I bump against the windows. I would clean the toys and balls that he left in the yard. And I would try to land on his tongue if he stuck it out at me.
As a snowflake, I would fall slowly and gracefully so he could see my unique and perfect shape. I would pile up with my friends in a great big heap... perfect for sledding. I would land in the tree in his front yard and let Christmas lights dance around me. I would let him pack me into a tight ball and toss me at his Daddy during a snowball fight. I would jump into a plastic block and let him and his brothers make an igloo with me and my friends. I would try not to get his mittens too wet, but I think I would anyway. And I would try to land on his tongue if he stuck it out at me.
Oh, he listened so intently to my answers to his question.
Then he said, "Grandma, I want to be the wind. 'Cuz the wind is like wings to raindrops and snowflakes. Then I could take you with me wherever I go."
To which I, of course, completley and utterly melted.
And raindrops and snowflakes and wind have become for me much anticipated miracles.
- Sharon
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11 comments:
How beautiful. Wind like wings; from a 3 year old! It's amazing what children come up with - they are such free-spirited thinkers, so deep sometimes, without even knowing it!
What a wise and beautiful little boy.
That is beautiful! What a sweet boy!
Oh that is beautiful- I would have melted too. What an insight from a 3 year old!
Great post.
How lovely to imagine yourself in such vivid pictures. And your grandson was really listening to understand his role as the wind.
Oh Audrey is in SO much trouble when that little guy gets bigger! How did a 3 yr old come up with that!? I love it! You must have been a puddle!
Oh Sharon, he's such a charmer at three, can you imagine him at 15?
How sweet! Kind of reminds me of the story The Runaway Bunny. Kids say the funniest and sweetest things.
What a boy! And what a Grandma to tell all those beautiful details.
Out of the mouths of babes!
What a super smart 3 year-old - you have a poet in the making!
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