Usually my mornings are filled with my kids running amuck. Bookbags flying, one shoe is lost, my daughter’s hair clip won’t fit snug enough for her liking, cereal scattered, etc.
Once the older two head off to school, it’s time for a sort of relaxation with my three year old son. Usually that relaxation is spent with me doodling with illustrations on the computer or laying next to my son on the couch.
This morning was a bit different. We had some bacon, watched some Disney Toons as usual, but then Reese wanted to look out the window.
Now that spring has arrived, Reese is marveled by the birds, grass, sunshine. He decided he wanted to feed the “boidies” some bread. We did that and he waited. He became impatient because they weren’t coming to eat his bread and I tried to explain to him that we were being too loud. He then gave up that idea. “They not coming. Forget it.” He then said he just wanted to sit there and look at grass. Ok. So be it. As he looked at grass, I was eating a mango. He stared at me. “What’s that?”. His face contorted. “It’s a mango. Want some?” I asked him and held out the huge pulpy fruit. He thought about it for a second and then I said “It’s sports candy. Like Sportacus likes to eat.”… “Sports candy?!” and he bit into the mango. Thank you, Nick Jr. for Lazy Town.
The next 15 minutes consisted of him taking tiny bites of this mango, and then before I knew it, he grabbed it from me and finished the entire fruit.
“That was good stuff.” he said and then mocked a burp and rubbed his belly.
What I couldn’t explain to him, was that the experience of spending the morning with him, while he discovered a new fruit, fed birds and watched the grass turn greener- was actually the good stuff.
