School has started and the hopes and dreams
of the children are once again in full swing.
We had Cailyn for our first foray of the new year into getting her to
school on time for the first grade. She
arrived around 5:45 in the morning, still in her pajamas, of course. Once her parents left, though she leapt to
her feet and raced to her bag. Now by
“her bag” I mean one of three or four that must accompany her every time she
comes over. There is her school
backpack. OK, that’s a given. Then there is the bag that contains her dolls
of the day. And of course there must be
a separate bag to contain the myriad of adornments for the doll of the
day. Off to the side will invariably be
a tiny stroller for the dolls to ride around in. And finally, somewhere in the pile of
essentials, there will be another bag that hopefully will contain an acceptable
school uniform and perhaps some shoes.
Yesterday, however, there somehow appeared
a bonus item or two in that wardrobe bag.
As soon as her parents left, she notified me that it was time to see her
new clothes that she had scored. First
to emerge was a leopard print dress that was obviously her favorite. So much so that she just had to try it on and
show me. Now by “new dress” I also mean
it still had the tag on it, so that had to be ripped off for the fashion
show. And that one remained on her
person for the duration of her brief, pre-school stay. She did, however, reveal the other contents of
the bag. No less than two other new
dresses, all gorgeous, of course. And then
there was the bonus experience. She
pulled out a brand new nightgown. I
asked what that would be for, and she quickly explained that she snuck it in
without Mommy and Daddy seeing it “just in case I need to spend the night when
my cousins get here.” That was not in
the plans when we found out Josh and Christi were coming, but, hey, we are up
for new experiences. I love surprises. I just don’t get many. I may have provided a few in my time. Guess I have to confess that much. But I do like surprises.
So … we had a leopard print dressed
6-year-old prancing about the house preparing for school. She threw one more surprise into the mix when
she reached into her Mary Poppins bag of wardrobe and came out wearing a pair
of glasses. She modeled them for me, and
then declared, “I look like a president.”
Had to agree. Later on, as we
brushed teeth, she paused to ponder her new look, explaining that she only
needed the glasses to see far away. But
they did do something for her. Out of the
blue she announced, “No. Not the president. I look like a judge.” I agreed with her on that one as well, perhaps
a bit too readily. It only took a few
more minutes of pondering to come up with a third option. “No. I know what it is.” Excitedly now, “It’s a principal. I look like a principal.”
From president to judge to principal. Hmm.
Sounds like an upswing to me.
She’s definitely headed in the right direction.
1 Timothy 2:8 says, “I want men everywhere to lift up holy hands in prayer, without anger or
disputing.”
Father, thank you for children’s dreams and
for whatever comes of them in their future.
Amen.
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