This is an account of an amazing day. It is an account of when my husband started a new job a few years ago. I thought it was worth sharing.
My daughter Grace and I begin our day with a celebratory breakfast. My husband started a new job, and to celebrate, Grace and I pull together a “basket of office supplies” gift and a mega breakfast. I am not sure which one of us enjoys it more. We are all pretty much smiling throughout.
After our morning routine, Grace and I head out to the playground that she calls the “castle”. It is constructed out of timber and has multiple towers and bridges, making it look like a castle with a moat of pebbles all around it. She is really most into the pebbles so I decide to accept where she is and make the most fun out of it. The towers and draw bridges will have to wait a few more months.
I realize that she is in bliss with the tactile feeling the pebbles bring to her hands. We start talking how these pebbles feel hard, how big ones feel heavy, and how our clothes and hair are the opposite in their softness. Two other little girls, Rachel and Nina, join us. They kindly ask if Grace would like to play with them. My guess is that they are really asking if they can play with us.
We all make pebble cakes and pebble pies. We create apple chocolate cake, berry cake, strawberry pie, and blueberry muffins. We all start talking about how rocks feel hard, and soon Nina and Rachel are running around finding all the hard objects in the castle. Hard poles, hard chains, hard swings, and when all options are nearly exhausted, they even say they have “hard heads”! The same process is completed with all things soft and soon everyone is giggling.
We pretend to be pirates of the castle and are sailing on our sea of pebbles to distant islands. Grace is happy to have playmates and I am happy to have everyone so excited learning about the textures of our pebble wonderland. This is where it all begins for Grace and her emotions.
If Grace can describe her emotions as she feels them in her body, she will one day be the master of them. She won’t be afraid to deal with them as they make themselves present in her life. It takes little effort on my part to give her a vocabulary for her tactile experiences, and hopefully experiences will present themselves that will enlarge her vocabulary in detail, degree and also in relation to her multiple senses. Sadness can be “heavy”, anger might feel “hard” and peace might feel “soft”. Grace will be prepared to deal.
Nina and Rachel continue to play with us. Rachel begins hugging me and tries to sit on me like a horse. At this point, I realize it is great to be playing with these little girls, as they so need attention. Their mom is on the other side of the castle the whole time. She can not see her children as they play and she does not check on them once during the forty minutes we are playing. Nina begins to initiate hugging more and more, and so as to avoid any major attachment that can not be fulfilled, Grace and I decline their offer to go to the ice cream shop, and head on our merry way to our next destination, a dress rehearsal of a dance performance in the city. I truly hope that Rachel and Nina find the attention that they need.
Grace and I attempt to eat lunch, but Grace is so excited about the dancers that she can’t begin to concentrate on her banana. We end the meal early, and head to the theater to see the dress rehearsal. The venue is a converted bar with a stage; it is very hip and has lots of room for Grace to “be a dancer” herself.
The second stage normally used by the musicians is not in use, so the dancers say that Grace can go up on the stage. She is spinning, twirling and looking quite proud as she says “I’m a dancer!” She even tries the lifts as I swing her around the stage and she copies the dancers’ lunging patterns to the music. We both really enjoy ourselves.
As we leave the venue to find our car, I notice the sky becoming darker and darker. We have driven almost the whole way home when it begins to rain, and before I can process what is happening, cars are turning around in front of me due to downed trees. I also turn around and try an alternate route. As I navigate, our car begins to rock, the surrounding trees look horizontal, and the traffic lights take on the appearance of feathers being tossed by a majestic wind. Regardless of the nature of this wind, I am intent on getting home as fast as possible. Several turns later and we arrive home. Shingles from the roof are scattered on the front lawn; gutters and moulding have been detached from the roof, and there is no electricity. We make our way inside.
Once we are settled in, I check with my neighbors and soon learn there was a tornado that touched down a mile from our home. It is still raining, and Grace continues to nap. My own emotions of ”heavy” fear subside and gratitude for my blessings begins to “soften” me once again. We are safe and sound at the end of a beautiful fall day.