05 January 2006

And Now Back to our Regularly Scheduled Program


Katrina returned to preschool on Monday, and the angels sang. And then mom felt guilty for feeling glad. And then Katrina started begging to stay at school for lunch, or, alternately, go to a friend's house. So mom felt not so guilty, since Katrina obviously was as sick of staying in the house as I was (what with the weather and various sicknesses and the fact that absolutely everything closes for holidays, not a lot of outings in the last few weeks). So I signed her up to stay for lunch and the afternoon session today, and she was thrilled. And I dropped her off, and the angels sang, and then...I got all sad and lonely. All day (until 3 pm) without my girl. Oh, she's getting so mature and independent, what will I do when she starts real, all-day school? I'll miss her so much! Boo-hoo!

Even so, I know that I'm likely to be totally annoyed with her within a few minutes of picking her up this afternoon. (She often throws a mild tantrum or whines a lot either in the school parking lot or in the car on the way home. I don't know why--perhaps it's the transition? Or maybe she just likes to save all the joy especially for me?) Ah, the contradictions of motherhood.

We had a lot of snow starting the day after Christmas and continuing until about the 31st. Then it warmed up and started raining. The last two days have been relatively clear but cold. So yesterday, looking at a beautiful blue sky, I thought maybe I should take Katrina to the playground. But it was cold...the high was maybe 35 F. I was uncertain. I mentioned the idea to a few of the moms as we were waiting for our kids at school. Several looked at me like I was nuts and talked about how cold they were. One mom said "You're such a good mom. It's too cold for me." But is it good mom or bad mom to let my child run around in the cold, especially since she and I are still coughing from a cold or something?

Well, I took her to the big playground on base. Absolutely no one was there. A family was leaving just as we arrived, but that was it. But Katrina ran around (in her poufy pink dress, tights, sneakers, and coat with no hat because she will not keep a hat or hood on for more than 2 minutes), slid down the slides, pretended some dirty old snow was food she served me in her restaurant, talked me into pretending to be a monster and chasing her, and generally had a blast. She also had to wipe her nose every 5 minutes. I think her nose runs in the cold like mine does.

She did not want to leave, but after 45 minutes, I was cold and figured enough was enough. We went to the BX and got some hot chocolate for her and tea for me. And were sweltering inside of 5 minutes...it had to be close to 80 in there.

And she still didn't want to go home. She looked at books in the kids' section of the bookstore, and I had to drag her out with promises that she could watch "The Little Mermaid" when we got home.

That's my girl. In preschool in the morning, a quick lunch at home, and then out all afternoon. And still she didn't want to go home. The wide, wide world is so much more interesting.

I know this is long, but since I'm going on (and on) about Katrina this morning, I have to add a short list of questions she's asked me recently, both profound and prosaic.

  • Who killed God? (This after reading a little prayer book that mentioned the cross. Katrina's theological questions and my inadequate answers are topics for a whole other post.)
  • And her follow-up question: Does God live with us?
  • The next day, during her bath, after pretending to be Ariel from "The Little Mermaid" : Does Ariel have a vagina? Does she go pee-pee in the ocean? (After I choked back laughter, I started to think about it--and it's a pretty good question. The mermaids have fins from the waist down. I suppose they'd have to excrete waste like fish do...but how do fish do it? Obviously, my scientific knowledge is also woefully inadequate to answer the questions of a three-year-old.)
  • And today on the way to school: Is God in my tummy? (Um, God is everywhere, honey, but, um, usually we feel God in our hearts, not our tummies.)

OK, I am a college graduate, I read all the time, and I think I have a pretty good grasp of basic Christian theology, science, etc. But Katrina has a way of asking questions that I have no idea how to answer. It's humbling to be outthought by a three-year-old.

4 comments:

Wendy said...

I can almost guarantee that if Mom reads this, she'll say, "That sounds like Wendy!" She always tells me how I would ask her questions about God (Who made God? How could God always be there? SOMEONE had to make him...)when I was about Katrina's age that she couldn't answer, and I would get very frustrated.

Are you SURE Katrina's not mine?

Dave said...

Yay for Katrina! I remember Eva developing a strong interest in theological questions around the age of four, too.

Gee, with Katrina gone for so many hours each day, I guess we can expect a lot more blogging, eh?

Jennifer said...

Wendy, I talked to Mom the other night and she immediately said "That sounds like Wendy!"

And, I kid you not, in the car on the way to school this morning, the conversation went like this:

"Who made my Snow White doll?" (She was taking it for Show-n-Tell.)

"Santa's elves made it for you for Christmas."

"Who made Santa?"

"God made Santa."

"Who made God?"

"Um, nobody made God. He's always been here."

"But who made God?!"

"Nobody, sweetie. God has been around forever."

"Who made me?"

"God"

(Looking out the window) "Who made that light Santa?"

"People made the light-up Santa."

Dave, Katrina only does the all-day thing once in a while. About once or twice a month. But I do hope to write here more regularly. I'd make it a New Year's resolution, but that would doom it for sure.

Wendy said...

Hysterical. Yeah, I would say it's official. She's mine. I'm not sure how it happened, but the little blonde extravert who isn't satisfied with the answer, "I don't know..." to her thoughtful questions, AND who's focused on how mermaids excrete waste? Definitely mine somehow.