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Friday, January 14, 2011

Another Life Lesson from the Berenstain Bears

Has anyone read the new Berenstain Bears book titled, "Too Many Snow Days Followed by a Professional Development Delayed Opening"? It got so-so reviews, but the plot sounds fascinating. It centers around the children who don't know what to do with themselves after a dump of 2 feet of snow strikes Bear Country and they're stuck at home for two days. They spend exorbitant amounts of time searching for matching gloves, and stepping in puddles inside the treehouse, then stomping around shouting that their stuff is all wet. Once outside, so the story goes, they hurl things at the dog as it repeatedly grabs all of the snowbear's accessories. The story progresses predictably as Mama is depicted outside shoveling snow for two hours, just to escape from the children and their incessant whining, only to wrench her neck. The climax is the story's undoing, veering strongly from the typical Berenstain Bears moral denouement. Front and center, Mama can no longer take it: the crying and the complaining, the constant needs for food and drink, and the huge messes in every room. She finally screams and threatens making such a scene, but backs off in the end, because she is simply too exhausted to enforce any rules anymore.

Friday, January 7, 2011

Child's Play

My older kids were invited to play at a friend's house today. Now that's all well and good, but when you have 3 children, it's about as common as a lunar eclipse to have them all playing elsewhere. Alas, you still have one hanging around. Today, I felt guilty for my young one. So I told her that I would play anything she wanted. We played SCHOOL for awhile (I read a child's dictionary aloud to my pretend class), then we sashayed over to the pretense of Barbie's world. I played with Nora for a solid chunk of time and it felt good. Now I don't want you to think that I have never played with my kids before. I used to be pretty good at - back when I had to be. But these days, I'm not called upon that often. You're probably thinking, get to the point. Anyway, in the middle of playing together, Nora said, "I love you so much Mom, you are the best Mom." Then later when I had moved onto other things, and Nora started to watch Eloise, she said it again. I do and I don't wish that I could find that kind of time to play with her every day. It's a little wierd though. It's such a simple formula and I just don't apply it very often.