The Girl Who Learned To Kneel

First off, Happy Canada Day! Happy July! Happy sweet summer, which is starting off very wet.

But I like rain. In fact the rain seems to be bringing a drop of calm into our household. Diluting the stress maybe.

For example, Elsie was successfully ‘babysat’ this weekend, which meant Simon was able to come to my Vran and Gertie show baby free, which meant I could actually concentrate while performing. Imagine that?

Thank you, rain.

I successfully shut off the over-active-worrying-mother part of my brain for an hour! More than an hour. Three hours if I were to be precise. Which I think I’d like to be. Three hours and thirteen minutes.This is a feat worth talking about, particularly if you know that Elsie doesn’t have the reputation of being the most easy going baby. She has scared off many a potential babysitter with her cries.

When she’s good, she’s oh so good, but when she misses her Mama, some might call her horrid.

Well not her so much, but her wailing. Which is kind of her?

I am relieved. I think we might even be entering a new ‘easy going season.’

Yesterday at our ultimate frisbee game, we passed her off to people so we could go play, and she didn’t make a peep. In fact, one of our teammates said, “Is she always this chilled?” Yes maybe no. Okay no. Never. We are equally flabbergasted.

Maybe it was the novelty of the rain and sitting under an umbrella with the Cheerios and the boy. All new things. (I have yet to introduce her to umbrellas—I prefer to makeshift with delicate silk sweaters. Or Cheerios or boys for that matter.)

Thank you, newness.
Thank you, big umbrella.
Thank you, Cheerios.
Thank you, Henry.
Thank you, downpour.