I'm too little! (granddaughter, not me)

It has been a while since I posted here, but things are really busy with school, kids & grandkids (4 ½ of them now-another granddaughter due in March!). The three year old is the one that is just "too little"...

The other day she was crying, inconsolably, for quite a while. When her mom finally got her to tell mom what was wrong, she said "I'm too little"...the conversation was something like this...

"I'm too (sob) little (sob)"

"Oh, honey, why do you think that? What can't you do?"

"(sob) I (sob) can't (sob) fly! (sob)"

The poor little thing had been watching the Tinkerbelle movie. Apparently they lift up their arms and begin to fly, and she just couldn't do that. Mom took her to each person in the house and asked them if they could fly. Of course, no was the answer, but each one had to lift up their arms to prove to her they couldn't fly. She was having one of the first lessons where she began to learn that movies are not real life. It's amazing how sweet it sounds to us, but so traumatic for little ones.

It reminds me of a poem I wrote long ago for my sister, having her first child, a niece that is now 20, in her second year of college...

For Baby Girl

New life inside, stirring
Turning, dreaming of the
Outside life as she grows
Stretching, using her new
Precious limbs

Little baby, who will you
Turn out to be?
All my Dreams fulfilled come with
Loving you and you
Anxious Daddy-to-be

I want to give so much to
You, my little one, I want
To be all for you, all any
Mother could possibly be

Sharing your life, teaching
You hope, being there always
If only to bandage a knee
Or let you cry on my shoulder
When childhood dreams sour

How do I teach you so you
Won't be hurt by friends or
Mean little boys-when do I
Hold back to let you learn
All for yourself?

In days you will be here
New, helpless, perfect
If only in your parents' eyes
I pray that one day you can be
As happy as your Mother-to-be