Not yet two and she can read her favorite books - Ladybug Girl Loves, London, Ernie Exercises to name just a few. Of course, not the words so much as the pictures. We all know that pictures are worth a bunch of words that interfere with a good story.
The Alphabet Song, Baa Baa Black Sheep, Twinkle Twinkle, Itsy Bitsy Spider have been Bella's favorite songs almost since she was born. Recently she's added 3 Little Kittens and 5 Little Monkeys to the repertoire. Seriously, hearing "mama called the doctor and the doctor said, no more monkey's jumping on the bed" coming from this little person sends smile shivers all over me.
Bella also likes to dance. When she was little I held her in my arms and we danced together while Dean Martin crooned what I call the Bella song - Bella Bimba. We've advanced to the Pookie Dance and the Hokey Pokey. Neither one of us are too good at standing on one foot while we shake one of our legs "all about." But we've got the "hokey pokey" and "turn yourself about" thing down pat. As I'm sometimes apt to do, I let my mind wander through the years and picture this sweet girl all dressed up in satin and lace. After dancing with her husband, she'll sweep across the floor in her father's arms while Dino sings an Italian song at and Indian affair. Then the band will strike up the opening chords, and Bella and I will lead the whole crowd in the Hokey Pokey.
Back to the present … Bella likes to play her own version of peek-a-boo. First she gets her pink striped blanket, then her red purse, and then her stuffed puppy dog. If she's playing by herself, the blanket goes over her head and she sits in perfect repose with the dog on her lap. If I, MeMe, is playing, she adds a teddy bear and her mama's larger furry blanket. I must sit with teddy on my lap, then Bella sits, with purse and dog. I await her cue before I throw the dark blanket over both of us blocking any light.
|It's hard to take a selfie while under a blanket.|
I wonder sometimes if Bella isn't on to something. How many times a day do you feel like shutting out the noise of the world? Political pundits bashing one another? Frightful news reports about Ebola? Wars that don't end? School shootings? Don't you sometimes wish for a quiet place to rest and regroup even for a few minutes. Maybe since Bella is only two years away from the womb, she can still conjur up the rhythmic beating of her mom's heart in the womb. Could that be the peacefulness she seeks when she is under the blanket? Maybe she's old beyond her years and knows that the way out of darkness is through it, that her game isn't so much about being in the dark as it is throwing off the blanket and coming back into the light.
As I prepare for a week's retreat in the Georgia mountains with my writing buds, I'm going to take a few notes from Bella's playbook. I'll read some, dance a little (under the moon and stars), and make a special point of playing peek-a-boo under the covers at least once a day. I think there is much to be learned from a 2 year old.
My wish for you this day is some time to sing, some time to dance, and some time to rest.
P.S. “I wonder what Piglet is doing," thought Pooh. "I wish I were there to be doing it, too.”
Yes it help to have a friend. Mama Joe has been one of my blogging friends for a few years. Like me, she hit a bump in the writing road. We have promised to encourage during this month of blog posting. Please go check out her blog Popcorn Thoughts at http://thepopcornthoughtsofmamajoe.blogspot.com