Who's in the mood for some sweentess? Some sugary, syrupy, tooth-melting sweetness? Me too. Look out, folks, 4 out of 5 dentists recommend skipping this blog post.
So, as you may recall, I spent the weekend in a condo in Lake Tahoe with my daughter, my wife, a friend, and her son. This was the first time our family had gone on a trip with their family.
The friend explained to us early on in the trip that her son, who we'll call Buster, wasn't quite as quiet as Daisy. He had what she referred to as "boy energy". We were somewhat familiar with the concept having heard other parents refer to this difference between the energy and behavior of boys vs girls.
It turned out to be an eye-opening weekend. Now, Buster certainly is a bright and loving child, but he was also definitely a bundle of "boy energy". He constantly sought to test limits and push boundaries. The difference between his behavior and Daisy's behavior was vast.
Now, Daisy sometimes errs on the side of being overly cautious. For example, when she and Buster were in ski school on Saturday they had lunch with the other kids in the cafeteria. I was discretely standing off to the side (watching her not eat peanuts). At one point during the lunch hour, a ski school employee turned on a video in the corner of the room. As soon as Buster finished his hot dog, he popped out of his chair and wandered over to the TV side of the room. Slowly, all the kids at Daisy's table made the same migration. Eventually, Daisy was the last person sitting there. Why did she remain seated? Because no one had told her she was excused.
Finally, she did go, but it took a while. So, Buster felt free to leave because no one had told him it he couldn't. Daisy, on the other hand, was reluctant to go without someone telling her it was ok.
Ok, in this example, clearly Buster had the right idea. But, after spending 3 days of watching him constantly test the limits of what he could get away with, I have to say that I am IMMENSELY grateful for a child like Daisy. During most of my interactions with Buster, he tried to get away with something.
We walked out of that condo at the end of the weekend and I immediately told Daisy what a great child she was. My love for this kid grew visibily over those 3 days. I've been holding myself back from piling on extra desserts and filling her room with new toys. I look at her anew now, and she seems miraculous to me. I've been overcome with appreciation for her enthusiasm, kindness, and her willingness to listen to her parents. I tell you, I've been staring at all gooey-eyed ever since the weekend. I think I'm beginning to creep her out.
She just came into my office just now and saw a big stack of Post-Its. Her eyes lit up and she exclaimed, "Oooh! Post-Its!".
Just Post-Its. That's all it took. I'm a lucky man.