October 8th, 2009 by A.G.J.
Potty training Frances this afternoon resulted in a big, scrumptious teaching, from a teensy-weensy piece of candy. Nowadays when Frances is successful at potty time (i.e. she singsongs those 5 magical words, “I made a bi-ig one.”) she’s rewarded with a gummi bear. Today is no exception. And, while sitting on the arm of our couch as though riding a pony backwards, my intrepid two-year old asks, “Mama, would you like a little piece?” Sure, I told her. Grinning widely she produces the smallest possible piece of green gummi bear I’ve ever seen. It is a fleck on her finger as minuscule as a grain of sand, from the Emerald City. Still, she is sharing, so I attempt to taste the microscopic morsel offered, and you know what…
I’m not kidding. I am blown away by how tasty this verdant, little speck is, but don’t take my word for it. Try it yourself. I just know you’ll be as amazed as I am. There is so much sweetness at the tip of our little fingers, but some of us miss it, too focused on what we perceive as “not enough”. How wrong we can be sometimes, eh?