Let It Snow Again; Did the Airlines Call?; The Power of No
In the northeast, we have been so devoid of snow this winter that yesterday, when 1/4 to 1/2 inch of snow fell after dark, my neighborhood came alive. Children attempted to sled down nonexistent slopes; grownups built miniature snowpersons, 1/4 the size that would normally be constructed in a "good" snowfall. Doesn't matter--it snowed!!
In the city, snow usually brings about slippery-street-and-road fear, and dread of shoveling walkways and stairs. We ponder the hours required to extract our cars from "little Matterhorns." And we steel ourselves to deal with the ugly black lumps that develop after snow has sat on the ground for more than 3 days.
But this time, after such a mild fall and winter--one in which we actually LONGED for bad weather--snow brought great joy to many. May it snow again 1/2 inch tonight, and tomorrow, and the day after that.
Has anyone noticed that I still haven't gone to Florida. My fingers don't seem to be dialing the telephone to call an airline. I HATE FLYING. Why does Florida have to be so far away that I need to FLY to it? Last time I took a train, the sleeper car went on fire. I'd drive but that would take a week roundtrip, and I don't have enough time to do that. ... Maybe the airlines can call ME?
Friends are grandparents to a little boy who is 3 and who is heavily into using the word "no." All he says is "no" this, "no" that. When they tried to feed him, he shouted: "No, I don't want any!! Noooooooooo!!!!" They begged him to eat. "No!" They tried to sweet-talk him into eating. "No!" They tried to play mind games with him, but he still wouldn't eat. "No!!!"
This child reminded me of ME as a child. I remember my father heading a spoon toward my mouth, saying, "Have one little spoonful for Aunt Julie. Go on. Just one." And I'd cry and scream and carry on, shouting "No!" until he proffered: "Do you want to make Aunt Julie sad?" I didn't want to make Aunt Julie sad, so I'd gag my way through another spoonful to make sure Aunt Julie was happy.
Having been such a poor eater in my childhood, I thought I understood this little boy, and I said to his grandparents, "Let me talk to him for a minute alone." When they left the room, I turned to this child and said, "Eddie, have just one little bite. Just one, and if you don't like it, you don't have to eat any more of it. But you have to at least try it. You know why? Because we all love you and we'll be sad if you don't eat. You don't want to make your grandma and grampa sad, do you? Or me, you don't want to make me sad, do you? Just one little spoonful..."
And the little boy looked me straight in the eye shouted, "No! No! No!" and he got up and ran out of the room.
I have such a way with children...
I would write more, but the snow is almost all melted and I need to go touch it. I'll be back later!