Little Wisdoms, or Life's Free Treats, come in many guises.
One of my little Treats was upon alighting from our car, I spied the Dandelion in full bloom and full seed.
As I mentally recited, "One year's seeding, Seven year's weeding."
Little SG leapt from the car, and picked the full seed head, declaring.
"Oh Look! An Opportunity for making a Wish!!"
And he blew the little parachutes, loaded with their precious cargo, into the world!
SG is a source of wonder to us both, as he comes to visit, and spend time with us. He is so aware of the world, while being so aware of all the technological changes that are taking place. He has a very soft heart, and is a very loving, and rather gentle child.
On the other hand, he can exhibit quite ruthless thoughts about various things, when he deems it necessary!
"Well Nanna, dont worry about the Cicadas that Morty caught. Perhaps they were meant to die!"
We made a mercy, or therapeutic, visit to Gom, on his last Hospital stay- well the Xmas/New Year stay.
We loaded Leo into the car, and took him to the Hospital.
As I led Gom down the corridor to the outside door, he guessed what he was about to see.
His beloved Leo, who was somewhat freaked out at first, and he tried to leap into my lap! However he realised where he belonged in the end, and when I took Gom back to the Ward, he had tears in his eyes. He did declare he was so glad to have seen his 'Best Mate'.
Leo is his constant comfort and companion.
Leo has behavioural problems that our son disapproves of. I do too, but I can see, that out of Gom's narrow, & somewhat miserable life, he needs the comfort of Leo in his sad, diminished,
On lighter note...
What is it, with me and hats??
I find I hate hats.
I have loathed them since I was very young.
I knitted, but refused to use, hats for my babies. Luckily, it was not really cold when they were born, so hats were not necessary.
I look at women, wearing knitted hats, crocheted hats, which I find very ugly.
Not the acutal hats, but the hats on heads.
I look at Pop Stars, who wear all manner of hats... why?
What are they hiding from?
Is it a way of proving your identity?
I find the male fedora, panama, or pork pie, or caps, of any description to be hideous to my eyes, upon female heads.
And, I must add, offensive to my eyes upon many male heads, also!
My son tells me to loosen up.
Hats are choices.
I just fail to get the message? the meaning? the statement?
How do you feel about Hats??!