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#SOL24-6 Misty

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Our morning playground routine was booted out by rain. This was a steady, welcoming, “let’s sit down and write” kind of rain, if it were any other day of the week. However, a babysitting day means we have to get our bodies moving.

I connected my phone to the wireless speaker and played Laurie Berkner’s “Moon Moon Moon.” I think Laurie Berkner’s singing voice may be my favorite for children’s songs, and this one song is my all-time favorite of hers. This ode moves from gentle lullaby into a jazzy dance refrain.

Just like that, Poppa, Nana, and Bird had an impromptu dance party. 

After Laurie Berkner sang, we asked Bird what she’d like to hear, letting her be the DJ for the dancing. She loved this! With an older sister, I suspect she isn’t often making all the decisions. Her playlist was an unexpected (and uneven) melange of Disney princess with rock and roll, moving us in very silly ways. For example,

  • Disney’s “Let it Go” (floating around, with wide theatrical emotional princess arms)
  • Proclaimers’ “I Will Walk 500 Miles” (high knees, exaggerated steps) 
  • Disney’s “Theme from Little Mermaid” (fish face required)
  • The Bangles’ “Walk Like an Egyptian” (stiff arm sideways walking)
  • The Go-Go’s “My Lips are Sealed” (rock dancing, throw in some squats)

Disney’s “Beauty and the Beast” (twirling slowly, theatrical arms) made my eyes mist, unexpectedly tapping into the memory of my son being captivated by this movie soundtrack; how I loved hearing him sing along. My goodness, time goes by much too quickly. Tale as old as time. 

Then somebody bends
Unexpectedly
Just a little change
Small to say the least
         - "Beauty and the Beast," song written by Celine Dion and Peobo Bryson

Later, the downpour stopped and we went walking in a misty rain.I was mesmerized by the emerging growth all around. 

There is tiny flowering on trees, perennials sticking their heads up out of the ground, and bulbs popping up everywhere. Joanne Toft’s slice from yesterday touched on this same joy, noting the spring splendor of tiny Winter Aconite emerging from the ground. She added excitedly “I have been wanting to draw and paint these little guys,” to which I totally relate. There I am with my camera, trying to capture the right angle and lighting, hoping to get a good image of these first baby changes. 

Nature shifts in subtle yet breathtaking ways this time of year. This is how transformation begins. 

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10 Comments

  1. Kim Johnson Kim Johnson

    Maureen, the idea of a pop-up dance party is delightful, and I know this younger sister feels important being able to make some decisions that aren’t needing compromise by an older sis. The shoulder riding photo is priceless – – and I love that you brought in the blooms as a metaphor for transition and how it becomes vibrant with warmth. This is one of those precious blog posts that I hope you will print and give her for the future. You’re an amazing grandmother, and these girls lucked out!

    • I love that idea of printing these ‘grandchildren posts’ out, and creating a book. I need to start this – my goodness, the older one is five now. Thanks, Kim!

  2. The photos are great! I love walking in the rain and we could use it here in the upper midwest. The dance party was perfect! Enjoy that little one!

  3. Maureen, wow, what a fun time. I so enjoyed reading your post and think it’s marvelous that you let your granddaughter choose the music. The dancing sounds fun and invigorating. Your photographs of the walk are amazing!

  4. Maureen, it good to connect with you. Grandma sitting as I call has its perks-taking beautiful photos of the grand and enjoying the art of dancing. You certainly captured both of those ideas. My little grandgirls are Swifties. So Taylor is the rage.

  5. Maureen,
    I’m a late arrival, and if it were not after midnight where you are, I’d text you a pic of snow piled 2/3 up the wall at our neighborhood elementary school. I do not know the moon son but will be off to listen to it after posting this comment, and I need a trigger warning for these posts that tap into my emotions. Yes, tale as old as time.

    • Sorry about the lack of trigger warning, lol. It is a precious and fleeting phase of life, these young children. Thanks, Glenda!

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