“Twinkle, twinkle little star,
How I wonder what you are.
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.
Twinkle, twinkle little star,
How I wonder what you are.”
Yes, I agree — it is an odd opening for a prompt about Change.
My GrandDolly was the first thing I thought of when I saw the word change. She’s a little over two now and as fiercely independent as she can be. Her personality changes with the winds. She has been going through every stage ever written about in parenting books and magazines. When we finally get a handle on how to deal with her latest phase, she’s running in another direction toward a new one. My life feels complete with her in it. She has changed our lives on so many levels. I can not imagine a time without her in our lives.
But that’s not the change I wanted to tell you about.
In GrandDolly’s room, there is a pretty white pig with shiny jewels and a ruffly pink skirt. It sits on her little dresser. GrandDolly will come up to me, put her little hand on my knee and say “Memere, can I have coins?” And of course I reply “yes, bebe”, knowing how happy it makes her. Young children love repetition. One of our rituals when she is at my house is to empty out Memere’s wallet of change and then put the pretty white pig on the floor. I watch those chubby little fingers pick up the coins and put them in the slot. Again and again, we sing “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star” along with the music that plays as the change drops into the piggy.
Change. Such a lovely memory GrandDolly has given me.
More changes can be found here by other Sunday Scribblers