Short People, Big Love.

Tuesday, September 29, 2009


I'm not sure how you other bloggers roll, but I like to write down different ideas for posts and turn to my little list when I need some extra inspiration. Like, um, today. Let's just be honest, I'm not feeling it today... and by it, I mean pretty much everything. I don't feel good. I'm grumpy. I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. A bug crawled up a place we won't discuss, but a place I can assure you seems to be growing bigger. So, yeah. Not. Feeling. It. It's one of those days when you call up a friend, in my case the curly haired Luna Marie, and cry into the phone, "I'm-lonely-and-I-miss-my-friends-and-my-job-is-so-hard-and-it's-still-almost-100-degrees-and-I-want-to-wear-a-sweater-or-at-least-a-cute-scarf. Waaaahhhh!" Yep, one of those.

Lacking inspiration this evening, I decided to pull out my trusty list. I was delighted to see that I had one more Seattle trip inspired post planned and this topic always cheers me up. So, this one is for the little people, my little people. No, not midgets. Shame on you, you know we're not supposed to say that.

Look at that face.
The best part of my day today? Max telling me over the phone,
"I love you, Auntie. Goodnight."

The almost birthday boy, Jude.
(He'll be 2 years old in less than two weeks!)


I can't look at this photo without laughing.

Flynn.
The funniest guy I know.
Somebody needs to put this kid in a commercial.
Whatever he's selling, I'm buying.


Sweet Audrey.
I came downstairs and all the kids were running wild...
except Audrey.
She was meditating.

Puppy Love.

One of the things I love most about being with children is that they ask us to step outside ourselves. "Oh, you had a bad day, Auntie? Well, can we watch Star Wars and eat cookies?" In other words, get over yourself, lady.

I also adore that little people, especially these little people, are just exactly who they are. No one has shamed them (unfortunately I have to add the word yet) into being anything other than who they authentically are inside. They need food and shelter, love and snuggles, play and fun. They laugh when they fart. Why? Because it's funny. They laugh when you fart because, let's be honest, that's really funny. It's not rocket science. It's just life and sometimes we taller folk need to stop taking things so darned seriously all the time. Kids have so much to learn from us, but I can't help thinking we might have even more to learn from them.

I miss these five kids. I miss singing and dancing to "Single Ladies" with Jude (those babies on the internet have nothing on him - little boy can dance). I miss making Max laugh with my creepy zombie walk. I miss pretend camping adventures with Flynn and online paper doll games with Audrey. I miss seeing Nova get older.

So, hey, if any of my short people have learned to read and log onto the computer since Auntie moved to Vegas, I love you. And you. And you. And you. Oh, and you too.

For the rest of you - I promise to pull out of my funk by the next post or, as my mother would say, pull my socks up.

8 comments:

  1. That's probably the very best thing about kids, they always seem to know when we need a hug or a laugh. My little Monster never fails to climb in my lap and give me a kiss when I'm having a bad day. It's one of my favorite parts of being a mommy!

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  2. Everyone gets in a funk every now and then. I write ideas for posts too just in case I can't think of what to write about. Great post!

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  3. That is so true! Kids are doing things right, just doing what they want to do with no apologies. You gotta love that=)

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  4. they are all so precious...we have a lot to learn from little ones!

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