Fun in the Sun

Walking home in the warmth of the mid-day sun, the chattering of various marsh birds quiets my busy mind.  Several steps farther I hear a different chatter. Unable to identify the source my curiosity is peaked.  Turning a corner, I see 3 and 4 year olds running, skipping, babbling and laughing on their way to the Brothers’ picnic area.  Not far behind, walks a Brother carrying a child’s lunch box in each hand.  One of the lunch containers is decorated in a pink design – clearly for a little girl.  I tease the brother that the box looks just right for him.  He laughs heartily as do I.  Seeing the joy-filled care the Brothers give to these youngsters, is heartwarming. “Suffer the little children to come unto me and forbid them not, for such is the kingdom of heaven.”

 

Who’s Teaching Whom?

“. . . and when he’s fussing because he doesn’t want to be back in his crate, I’ll get down on the floor next to him and pretend that I’m going to sleep with him. He always settles right down and goes to sleep. Then I just slip away…”  I was proudly telling the vet how I calmed Blu, when I had to leave him for the afternoon or evening. Before I was finished, the vet was shaking her head no.  “Really?”  (I figured she just didn’t understand.)  “He’s trained you to do that. He might even be telling you that you belong down there with him. Next time, give him a toy, and walk away.”

Is it a coincidence that Blu’s demands, and his creativity in expressing them, rivals my own?  Maybe its a little how parents feel sometimes with their children….