What’s that sound I hear?
Melodic silence greeted me this morning.
Not at the godawful hour of 5:30 a.m. (their witching hour) but at a more respectable 6:30. The only sounds on this Sunday morning are the hawks and birds and the incessant warning squeak of a ground squirrel.
As I restore the house to a once again adult dwelling, moving the breakables back into their original position, I turn to the garden where I’m greeted with a massive knot installation by Captain Theo.
He had been deeply involved in a fantasy world of boats where he was the captain and we had to salute and respond to him with “Aye aye, Captain.” I asked him what my job was on the ship and he said I was his Mate, and so I was referred to as “Matey.”
Don’t even ask me where his creative little mind dredged up that scenario, but it was SUPER cute, as Char would say.
He wore a hat and gathered up all the rope he could find, along with some buckets and an old oar that was lying around, and proceeded to create a fairly sophisticated jumble of knots, all the more impressive because no one had ever taught him about the art of knot tying.
He designated himself as Captain of his world–that level of self confidence in a child is positive and healthy especially since he really really loves to give orders, which is why he’s been called Bossy Boots since he was two.
When it was time to untie the knotted structure because he wanted to build something else, he was frustrated and asked for help.
Always looking for the lesson in things–a teachable moment–as I sort of guided his unraveling, we chatted about what it feels like to be frustrated and how sometimes, a task like UNtying knots opens up an opportunity to learn to really pay attention (mindfulness) and practice patience.
Thereafter, his new phrase to Char was, “Just be a little patient and it will all work out.”
Hand to heart, that child is beyond precious. What a gift he is.
Now if someone could just get over here and help me untie the knots he left behind I’d really appreciate it!
BREATHE INTO IT.