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Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Spontaneity- Jump In

Spontaneity- That's one of those words that just doesn't seem right when you look at it. 

Confession: (Besides that I love Simon & Garfunkel), I am a tub reader. That's right. None of those Kindle gadgets for me. I enjoy the tactile experience of holding the book in my hands. The smell of a book (especially a used one). The notes previous readers have left behind. Besides, e-readers and bubble baths do not a good pair make. Last night I was having a long soak while furrowing my brow and using my deepest Dixie drawl (in my head) with my current read, Cold Sassy Tree by Olive Ann Burns. It's fun to say if you say it fast and angry and pronounce the Sassy as "Sassay!" Try it.

Back to the point. I was tub reading when my daughter came in to talk. We drew on the side of the tub with tub crayons while we made rhymes and discussed our day in the snow. Then, she asked, "Mom, what does 'spontaneous' mean?", at which point I grabbed her and pulled her, in her sweats and all, into the tub with me. After her initial squeals of dismay turned to squeals of delight, her little brother came in to see what the commotion was all about. (Obviously, I get no privacy. That's an issue we need to work on.) 

At first he was appalled that we were drawing on the tub walls. So, naturally, we pulled him in too. This was a bit harder to do, even though he is much smaller than my daughter. See, he is my rule-follower. He likes to know what the rules are when we go to a new place. He also likes to report on anyone who does not follow these rules. Rules seem to give him comfort. He likes boundaries. (I have no idea how this beautiful child came from me.) So when we grabbed him, he completely stiffened and it was like lifting a 2x4 to get him in. Still standing with only his socks wet, I had to keep reassuring him that it was just water. They were just clothes. Relax. He finally sat down and laughed a little, but it was obvious how uncomfortable he was about the whole thing. "THAT is an example of being spontaneous. It's something you do suddenly without planning, usually something fun." I told my girl.

We should all jump in the water with our clothes on sometime. And write on the walls, even if it's just before you paint them a different color. Eat ice cream for breakfast. Hmm... maybe I'll make another batch of snow cream, especially since we're out of school again tomorrow. 

She shouted, "Mama, I want to be spontaneous again tomorrow!" I don't think she quite got the idea, but they enjoyed it and that's good enough for me.

1 comment:

  1. And this, my dear friend, is one of the reasons you and I are friends. Flying by the seat of my pants is what I do the best.

    No privacy at this house, either. None. Nada. Zip. I try to draw lines, but apparently they are drawn in pencil...cause they get erased all the time. ;)

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