Sunday, August 12, 2007

Monday Mimisms with Mimi Queen of Memes ~ Getting Down with Thomas

I love Thomas the Train.
Not really.
But a very special little boy in my life thinks Thomas is tops. He knows all the trains by name and character. And yet he doesn't know his numbers! The alphabet? Yes, it's a song and he can sing that tune up a blue streak and in Spanish, but numbers are a challenge for this smart little tot (if I do say so myself). This weekend I spent some time down in the floor playing a train game with baby boy. He's three and I'm twenty-three thirty-three some kind of three.....ahem... and I learned a few things. We were working on numbers and patterns. I taught and he listened. We played. I taught. He listened and squealed when he got one right.
And then he taught.
And I listened.

Ten Life Lessons I Learned From My Grrr.....Grrrr.....son (I can't say it) Yesterday

1. He sees me perfectly. Unconditionally. Content to hug me 'just because' and lavish a kiss or two. I see him in a delirious swoon of love that never ever ends. That is Life Lesson #1. Period. And if I never learn another thing, that is all that matters.

2. He doesn't care how many times he gets it wrong as long as he eventually gets it right.

3. Squealing for joy effusively flows from his cute little frame on a regular basis - especially when Thomas says "Excellent! Good job!" I think more joyful noise is due in my life. I'm working on my squeal now.

4. When he's happy his entire body jumps and wiggles and flips. It's a sight to behold. I think I can jump and wiggle but I'm still working on those flips. Wonder what would happen if grownups exuded this happy dance once a day? Even though the neighbors would call us certifiable, we'd eventually be healthier as soon as they let us out of the mental hospital.

5. He is full of wonder and saturated with the simple process of learning.
I am full of wonder that he is full of wonder...... and saturated with love for him.

6. "Play again, Mimi, play again!" (yes, he really does call me Mimi, not the G word. It's perfect! It's ageless, musical and appropriately dramatic thank-you-very-much). The child must have a button somewhere he pushes that says "Play again." I so needed to play this weekend. And he happily obliged. Now I wonder where I can get one of those buttons.

7. His mother calls him "whybaby" because he asks Why a hundred times a day.
I, for one, hope he never stops asking why.

8. I see my son in him - pools of sacred prayers and tuck-me-in-kisses behind those cavernous eyes - and it makes me want to scoop him up and devour him in my arms. There is nothing deeper than a double dose of mother love. I am intoxicated. And he doesn't care a bit.

9. He is not afraid to touch. He is not afraid to fail. He is not afraid to question. He is not afraid to try again. He is not afraid of anything.

10. In a flash, twenty years are whisked away and I am again on the floor with his father - my son - and we are playing with puzzles and coloring inside the lines. Then baby boy flashes blue instead of brown and I snap back to reality. His eyes slay me right down to the core as did his father's and the spirit is there.

And I am there. And time has stopped.

Nobody sees me like this. I don't want to break the spell. As he grows up, I think my prayer will be for him to keep the magic - this magic that makes him a wholly loving little person - who can kick my caboose with one flash of his smile, teaching this grandmother a thing or two. There. I've said it.

And I can say my numbers too.


barbara said...

Hi Mim,
Thank you for visiting my blog and for your encouragement !
Let me say that you have such a delightful blog; I enjoy it !
That little toddler of yours sounds So cute.

Youare right; even as adults, we should do a happy dance more often :)
The last time I strutted mine; when I finally met up with some of my kin and received some great data and photos.Cha cha cha !
I was so overjoyed !
You see, I do genealogy ( family history) in my spare time.I have a second blog on the subject.

You take care and have a happy Monday.

Bond said...

MIMI: What a wonderful post....thank you for sharing this part of your life...

Patti said...

how wonderful!! I had no idea you were a gr-gr-gr ...
that word
it must be simply grand ;-)

you seem much too young for that sort of title, your highness.

Mimi Lenox said...

Barbara - Baby boy is beyond cute. Thanks for the comments. Genealogy sound intriguing....except....well, that I'm a grrr...grr....Did you have to mention old people??!

Mimi Lenox said...

Bond - Thank you. I usually don't but couldn't resist talking about him today.

Patti - I AM too young to be a grr..grr.. And I will never put you in the dungeon just for saying so.

Ralph said...

I think that your relationship with the Thomas far (I should refrain from using the grr...word) probably mirrors yours with your grandfather, and that is wonderful...

Travis said...

I love this post.


Patti said...

No dungeon for me. yay! Sometimes it pays to be a nice person.

Mimi Lenox said...

Ralph - Your comment made me cry. I hope my grandfather's spirit is always present and between us.

Mimi Lenox said...

Travis - Thank you my friend.

Patti- You are always a nice person. I so appreciate that about you.

Odat said...

That's what children are we can never forgot what's it like to wonder without judgement, love without conditions and laugh just because...........
That was a WOW post...thank you.

Dixiechick said...

Oh Mimi, if our little boys could stay little... I truly miss those times too...

Thankfully, I don't have any of those Grrrr... Grrrraaaa... son's yet... at least I don't think so... ;-)~

Anndi said...

I know my daughter misses her grr grr grr ... Nana. I see you cherish this time, as I know he will as well for a long time to come.

There's something about little boys and trains isn't there?

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