I wanted to share with you one of the most valuable lessons my daughter taught me when she was sixteen-months-old. I call this essay, "Cherish Your Wood Chips."
Today was one of those days where I just couldn't get enough done. No matter how many times my pen scratched off a to-do list item - a new one seemed to appear. But you, Samantha, didn't have anything on your agenda.
At sixteen-months your days are usually quite free. I sat in my home office, routinely punching computer keys, and you came to my office gate. You had your coat, draped over your head, looking like a little green goblin.
"Samantha we can't go outside today. For one, it's cold and secondly I just have too much on my plate." One of your blue eyes peered out questioningly from beneath the green cape. You then walked to the door and pounded on it. I realized that working was futile - you wanted to go play.
I glanced at my watch, if we hurried we could be back in thirty-minutes, enough time to satiate your needs for the outside world without interfering with my needs on the inside world.
Together, hand in hand, we walked down to the park. I was ready to take you on your favorite swing. Instead, you plopped down in a pile of wood chips. I watched half in amazement and half in frustration as you scrutinized each one. Turning it. Tasting it. Feeling it.
I let out a sigh and situated myself on a low monkey bar. I don't have time for this, I thought. I didn't say the words - but Samantha, I had brought you here to swing. I had brought you here to play. And since you were just examining wood chips - I thought of the ways this time could be better spent. My to-do-list ran through my mind: change the laundry, answer e-mail, finish pre-pub issue, respond to Eric's galleys, finish Ken's marketing campaign, send kit to Scholastic.
I let out another sigh and was about to pick you up and take you home, when a little boy approached. I watched as you excitedly ran to him. You displayed each proud find - each beautiful wood chip.
The little boy smiled like it was a holiday as he accepted each offering. When your hands were empty, you ran back for more.
The boy continued to smile. He was with his grandmother - and while she paused for your sixty-second exchange, she then hustled him along saying, "We need to get on the swing so I can get back and finish dinner."
You watched the boy on the swing. It was like a silent communication. You knew, he too, would rather be playing with the wood chips.
After about ten minutes on the swing and a few glances at her watch, the grandmother caught the young boy and began the descent home. Your gaze followed him - and Samantha, you don't have a poker face - you were sad. You plopped back into the wood chips and began to pick them up again. One by one. You had no dinner to fix. You weren't even hungry. The only thing of importance were the wood chips and someone else who could understand their magnificence.
I was saddened a bit as I watched you there. Eventually you will have dinner to cook, you might have your own kids to take to the park, laundry to-do, or a boss to reckon with. Somewhere, somehow, you will learn the constraints of our world. But not today.
As I watched you, I realized I could be like the grandmother and pull you from the magic land of wood chips and take you back to the world of time and accountability. But in that instant, I knew I needed those wood chips too.
So I went down next to you. I on my back, in light colored clothes - immersed in a pile of wet, muddy wood chips; you in your jeans, kneeling, intently handing me each one.
We made the chips into a necklace. We built them into a tower. We stuck them down our shirts. We played catch with them. We pretended they were pizza. We imagined what they would say if they could speak. We smiled at them and pretended that they smiled back.
People mulled around the park, taking their dogs for ten-minute walks, skipping along on their thirty-minute jogs. I am sure they thought we were crazy.
When I next glanced at my watch, two hours had passed. We both had wood chips in our hair and mud on our clothes, but I don't think either of us has ever looked more beautiful.
You stood up, ready now, to go home. And I took your hand and we walked together.
When we got home - I took out a pen and paper and in big black lettering I wrote: "Cherish Your Wood Chips." I stuck it in my daily-planner, right across from my to-do list.
Samantha, when I woke up this morning, I didn't know you would hand me one of the secrets to happiness. When I awoke this morning, I did not understand the value of a wood chip.
Brook Noel is the author of The Change Your Life Challenge: A 70 Day Life Makeover Program for Women. Her unique program has helped thousands of women "makeover" all aspects of their lives. Learn more at http://www.changeyourlifechallenge.com
affordable house cleaning Park Ridge ..I will cherish this moment. I will not let it... Read More
When is a person brilliant? When does a person show... Read More
? Let the child choose his or her own lunch... Read More
It was at that time when our marriage was falling... Read More
I know as a single parent or even with 2... Read More
Children think money grows on trees. Maybe not literally, but... Read More
You are at the grocery store with your daughter and... Read More
I am a dad. I have been now for over... Read More
Is it possible to be using our children addictively?Anything that... Read More
How on earth can you help your family cope with... Read More
Arabella Greatorex, owner of The Natural Nursery, reports on the... Read More
As I sit here and reflect on the past two... Read More
Salon visits can be scary experiences for small children: They... Read More
Did you know that the school system is only able... Read More
Do you feel like someone has abducted your sweet, innocent... Read More
Karen, a single never-married thirty-year old attorney has a four-year... Read More
My husband and I have a 12-year-old daughter who wanted... Read More
A sure way to double the joys of parenthood is... Read More
Despite serious reductions in funding for arts programs in... Read More
How would you like to have a closer relationship with... Read More
I could nearly fund my children's future education if I... Read More
It can be said that any man who procreates is... Read More
What is the mystery of motherhood? I know that when... Read More
Everyone needs friends, and, as parents, you and I both... Read More
Although many parents become frustrated as they try to maintain... Read More
affordable house cleaning Mundelein ..Every year over one million parents have to talk to... Read More
When was the last time you and your kids rolled... Read More
For several years now, I've told the following story as... Read More
"Just turn the lights off and go to sleep"Do you... Read More
Just as every snowflake is unique, so is every child.... Read More
Incest is sexual activity, ranging from fondling to intercourse, between... Read More
The popularity of EEG Biofeedback Training continues to grow both... Read More
Volunteering together is a fantastic way to spend time as... Read More
Do you live with an ADD / ADHD child? If... Read More
Q: My husband and I are at a loss as... Read More
Chaim Ginott was a schoolteacher whose ideas and observations helped... Read More
There's a new kind of fun and calm out there... Read More
Having a baby is one of the most exciting times... Read More
I thought I was the only one in the world... Read More
Did you know that the number of twin births have... Read More
The No Child Left Behind Act of 2001 is making... Read More
Many children enjoy TV, and they can learn from it.... Read More
While youth gangs are nothing new -- they've been traced... Read More
The Theme from MASHI flipped the button on the remote... Read More
As the kids go back to school, you can go... Read More
We all scream for ice cream. Or, we don't, at... Read More
You have just received a call from your child's teacher... Read More
O.K. So now you have taken the step of having... Read More
If you're looking for toys that are both fun to... Read More
You know that children can get into trouble. The older... Read More
Parenting |