Two-Year Old has Funky
Day … imagine that
written by
Jeannette Zink
May 29, 2016
Adalyn Grace is my remarkable soon-to-be two-year old
great-niece. She is happy on most days
and brilliant every day. But, there are
those rare occasions when her life is just not too perky; in fact, it is more
along the scale of funky. Adalyn reacts
to the funky times in a number of ways … cries, which breaks all of our hearts
near and far, falls asleep while eating her Cheerios,
zones in on one of her electronic games or gets lost in the cartoon on
television or the book resting on the floor.
Other times, she may express her dismay more through her mighty strength
vocal chords. Regardless the means of articulation,
everyone is made aware that Adalyn is just not a happy camper. Faced with this quandary, Adalyn’s amazing
mother will ask inquiring questions to ascertain the source of Adalyn’s dismay,
and explore options for the perfect remedy to relieve the distress that dared
to wander within the world of Adalyn Grace.
One such evening when Adalyn was so sad that her
mother patiently inquired as to the reasons for Adalyn’s sorrow. The reason was so dear … Adalyn’s heart was
simply sad that her daddy was not home to play with her. With such grace and love, Adalyn’s mother
assured Adalyn that her daddy would be home soon, and that before she knew it
she would be in the loving arms of her daddy.
They would run and play, and daddy would chase after her trying to catch
all her hugs and kisses.
It was not too long, but a forever amount of time by Adalyn’s clock, that Adalyn’s daddy did
arrive home and was soon chasing after those cherished hugs and kisses that
only Adalyn Grace could toss to the universe of a mommy and daddy’s love. All was back to normal in Adalyn’s
microcosmic life – happy had won out and funk was kicked to the curb by the
giggles and laughter of our precious little Adalyn.
The other day I found myself in one of Adalyn’s funky
moods. I couldn’t quiet put my finger on
the reasons or the why-for this
momentary diversion of a mostly happy disposition. The sky was beautiful and the rain had
finally ceased for a few moments, work was good, home and family were all doing
well, and I felt in relative good health.
So, what’s the deal … why the funk?
Then I started to imagine if I
were Adalyn, and what could possibly get me in a state of funk.
Much like Adalyn, it is all about our perceived world of happiness
that can send us spiraling down the staircase of gloominess or up to the
rafters of ecstasy. The prompt for a
change in our emotional landscape may be as esoteric as the barista getting our
early morning coffee order all screwed up or the 4:00 a.m. newscast is nothing
but sad tales in the world. And, just to
be fair in this game of emotive darts – the happy state may also be celebrated
over the discovery of a lucky shiny heads-up penny or that perfect cup of
morning brew. And, just like the tap of
the magician’s wand, the stars somehow are back in alignment for a grand
day.
Silly … maybe, but then isn’t it
the small things in life that multiply over time inside our head – isn’t it
really all about the seemingly insignificant actions – a smile or a kind jester;
spelt milk or missed train -- that can take us to the brink of contentment or
the valley of melancholy. The big stuff,
like winning the billion-dollar lottery, does not happen on a daily basis; but,
what does happen daily is the smaller stuff … the love and respect of each
other; the hugs and kisses of a child for her loving parents … don’t sweat the small stuff, depends …
it could be good sweat and could add up to the makings for one fine day!
Just imagine if
you were Adalyn Grace and having one of those funky days … why not chase after hugs
and kisses, and don’t sweat the funky stuff … it worked for our precious Adalyn
Grace … maybe it will work for all of us.
Let’s give it a try when the next funky day strolls in for a visit. Just imagine,
my kindred spirits.
Peace and love, and here’s to that one perfect cappuccino!!
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