I love listening to Kiera’s take on things. She has an amazing vocabulary for a five year-old but sometimes she does not understand the way she is using a word. Take for instance her prayer lately.
She will start out with “Thank you, God for ALL the people in ALL the world. Thank you for ALL the animals in ALL of the world.” She puts special emphasis on the word ‘all’, making sure that God understands she is serious about it.
Then she will move on to “Thank you, God for our food…” But, my absolute favorite is when she tacks on the next part. “And thank you, God, even for my Mom and even for my Dad.” She actually puts a little emphasis on the word ‘even’. I haven’t asked Aaron his opinion on it but I know it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Note the sarcasm.
All kidding aside, it is a sweet prayer and I am thankful that she includes us in her prayer.
She is extremely observant. Add a little bit of OCD to that and it makes life with Kiera even more interesting. For Christmas, one of the gifts she asked for was earrings. Because of the amount she now has, I am working on making her an earring holder. Currently, until I get the dowel rods I need, all her earrings are on a long piece of ribbon.When I put the earrings on the ribbon, I did not put them in any specific order. There was no system, I just wanted to get them someplace she could see them all and make picking out earrings a little easier every morning.
The first time we used the ribbon was several days ago. She had looked over the earrings on the ribbon that morning and chose her purple butterfly earrings. That night as we were getting ready for bed, I took her earrings out and pinned them back on the ribbon. I couldn’t tell where they had been previously so I just stuck them in a random spot.
The next morning, Kiera went over and picked up the ribbon. “Mommy, you put my butterfly earrings in the wrong spot.” She said with a small laugh.
I looked up from tying my shoelaces. I was a little thrown that she remembered where they had originally been placed. “I’m sorry, baby. I couldn’t tell where they were before.”
I will never forget her response. She laughed as she laid the ribbon back on the dresser. “It’s ok, Mommy.” She turned and smiled a sweet smile at me and added the kicker. “You make me laugh.”
What exactly do you say to that? Umm… thank you? Honestly, if she would have walked over and patted me on the head, I wouldn’t have been more shocked. For a brief moment, I felt like maybe a jester felt in a king’s court, “Aww… you’re too cute… I’ll keep you around, you’re not very smart but you make me laugh.”
It’s amazing how talking to a five-year-old can make you question your intelligence.
Well, I’m off to bandage my fragile ego and start working on my comedy routine. You never know when my mistakes won’t be adorable anymore and I will have to rely on jokes.
