A post about a post

I have such grand plans in my head. You just wouldn’t even believe it. So many unwritten words, untaken pictures and unfilmed movies. (But not uncrafted crafts. No Pinterest pins are on deck in my Project Folder a.k.a. brain. Because even I know my limitations.)

Picture this: you’ve just come here, to Yestertime, and below a poignantly worded opening paragraph is a a photo of 2-year old Rosie, peering through the car window anxiously at giant soapy pieces of fabric slapping against the glass outside. Just below that, are sentences explaining her ultimate (and vocal) shunning of car washes and our avoidance of driving through one with her inside the car. Then a funny witticism about her sudden change of heart out of the blue and an insistence that we go to the car wash. Now. Today.

I’d explain how on the way there I heard a chanting coming from the back seat and that I finally figured out that it was Rosie saying “I can do it! I can do it! I can do it!” I asked her why she was saying that and she replied, “Because, remember Mama, I used to be scared. But now I just say ‘I can do it!’ And it makes me brave.” And then a point to say: I did not teach her this, she came up with it on her own.

Here’s where the video would have come in—clips of us going through the car wash, complete with the THWAP THWAP THWAP and the BRZZZ BRZZZ BRZZZ and WHUTTUHTUH WHUTTUHTUH of the water and brushes and alien-looking car cleaners. And Rosie’s nervous chatter, “I knew that was the brushes. That’s the brushes, right Mama?” And her laughter as she clutched herself in glee that she was OWNING THIS CAR WASH, YO. And then a triumphant finish as we exited to the loud-blowing dryers, arms raised and thumbs up. All set to a swelling, feel-good soundtrack, of course.

After that I would have hit you with some great sentence wrapping up all that chutzpah, all that moxie, all that awesome with a neat bow.

But instead of all that I spent the evening packing lunches, laying out clothes, stuffing book bags and pre-making a lasagna for our dinner tomorrow night, which is 1. unprecedented and 2. necessary if we are to survive a week of neighborhood carpool responsibilities, a first soccer practice, choir practices (2), a school picnic and picture day. Oh, and also work.

So you’ll just have to trust me that it is really pretty great, that post that lives in my head. She really was so brave you guys. So totally brave.




1 Darth { 09.16.13 at 11:18 am }

Love it that Rosie is building confidence, overcoming fears one by one. Of course, there are things I WANT her to be afraid of. Life is such a balancing act and I wish I knew how to instruct kids so as to arrive at a perfect blend of avoiding dangerous things yet overcoming fear of challenges. I don’t.

2 Ashlyn { 09.16.13 at 11:27 am }

What a great post that would be! :)

In the meantime, way to go, Rosie!

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