Peter Pan

Last night the family was together watching Peter Pan...a personal favorite...toward the end of the movie the Wendy turns to Peter to give him a thimble (a kiss)...

Now the boys and I are sitting on the big couch, Vilayphone is on the little one and baby girl is on the ground wrapped in a blanket big enough for her to get lost in for a week.

...just as they kiss, I look over at the boys and we all make that kissing is gross noise, you know somewhere between the I hate going to the dentist groan and kindly remove the toothpick from my eyes, they've had enough noise...just as we are entering full swing into our audible rebellion of Wendy and Peter Pan's act, Ella, our just turned three years old but gonna DIVA anyway, whips around and with all the ferocity of a baby lamb grunts "its not silly, its not silly!" We lost it :)

On another note, it is astonishing to me how much this little girl comprehends...and feels. At the end of the movie, aftering having thier fill of neverland, Wendy, her brothers, the lost boys and of course Pan return to the nursery...they find their mother sleeping in the rocker and they want to surprise her about thier return, so they hop into bed without waking her...she eventually wakes and after looking at the beds and seeing but not beleiving the kids are actually in thier beds, she exits the room... AT THIS MOMENT ELLA CLIMBS INTO MY LAP AND IS WEEPING! Not knowing what to do, she sits there, tears and boogies streaming down her face, just pointing at the TV looking like she just witnessed the spontaneous explosion of Santa Claus...but then Mother rushes back to the room to discover the kids are real and embraces them all intensely...Ella's tears imediately cease and boogies dry faster than super glue...and she claps the clap of relief...

At 16 I learned that my finger didn't belong in my nose...how can she understand and feel this way?

What the Problem Is?

I am confused when people seperate out what they call challenges, trials, difficulties and road blocks from normal everyday life. How is it that you can differentiate between a "challenge" and life as it is meant to be? Dualism has never been a belief I've subscribed to, in fact it really chaps my backside...as my father used to say, "Dont piss down my back and tell me it's raining." What makes you, mister life is hard, think that your life is more or less important than everyone else? My brother was in the hospital this morning with kidney stones...it didnt ruin Christmas...he didn't put out the bat signal...when I asked how he was he simply shared that it hurt and then invited us over for a visit. I love that guy!
Life is and there is no arguing. To seperate, complain and call attention to aspects of your life that cause pain or suffering to try to avoid or lessen the affect, blocks paths leading to unknown places. Why do we do it then?
Fear. Fear of pain. Fear of loss. Fear of failure. Fear of embarssment. Fear of change. Fear of the unknown. That last one is the most interesting...how can one fear something UNKNOWN. You can't...what is really happening is fear of your imagination...silly.
Don't submit to the fear. Embrace life as it is. Explore, learn, feel, think, want, desire, need, communicate, experiment. But please whatever you do don't shy away from owning what is yours.
Don't be stupid either. A purpose of pain is to let us know that the thing causing the pain is undesirable...so learn from it. But don't undermine the lesson being taught either.
By the way, I do believe in empathy and love and one should be able to share their pains with friends and family, but only to the end of fulfilling the purpose of THAT life lesson.