May the road rise up to meet you. May the wind always be at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face, and rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again, May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
-Irish Blessing

Thursday, October 13, 2011

A Kleenex, A Kleenex, My Kingdom for a Kleenex

Okay, something quick and humorous today. Our youngest (she turned 3 in August) is what I refer to as a silent protester. Completely opposite of the oldest who is basically a fire-breather. The youngest has her moments of rebellion it's just that they often go unnoticed because she is so darned quiet about it. If you happen to be in her immediate physical presence you will often notice the pouty face appear which is quickly followed by her eyes pinched shut. She pinches them to expel the tears within much like squeezing a lemon. That child will pinch until every last drop is milked. The tear dropping is immediately followed by an urgent need for a tissue. Which, if granted, dries the tears and magically erases the silent rebellion in its entirety. Amazing. The cost of Kleenex is a small price to pay for a happy kingdom.

I wish it were so easy as a grownup. That I could pinch out a few tears here and there, dry them with a soft tissue and erase that feeling, whatever feeling caused those tears to form.

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