Blessed are those of us who from time to time are able to see the world through the eyes of a child!
When the world seems overly complicated, annoyingly complex, concurrently catastrophic, or even obscure in an opaque context...just remember that what we see is what we get.
Our perception is just that…perception only…and if you can not feel me you have been wearing the same old pair of glasses for far too long. Trust me; they may not be as rose colored as you think. In the immortal words of Andre 3000, perhaps you need to “lean a little closer and see that roses really smell like boo boo.”
And what is the opposite of “boo boo?” That my friend is a philosophical question that is quite frankly out of my league. I do, however, know what sound is the opposite of “boo boo.” Can you say “Oobi?!”
No one ever wants to admit that they look at the world through “boo boo” colored glasses and in my case I have already set up an alternative universe that guarantees my ability to use the defense of plausible deniability.
For instance, today I was feeling kind of a lighter shade of blue because my little Merlin wanted to climb and wrestle and tickle and fight. Trust me; hearts were broken when I said “daddy can’t…”
How does a pre-toddler come to fully understand such challenging concepts as casts and crutches and elevation and ice?
Who knows, but these are the kinds of things that roll through my mind while racing up and down the aisles at Wal-Mart in my high speed grocery cart go-cart kind of wheelchair on wheels.
[Yes, I go to Wal-Mart just to get out of the house and ride around in a motorized shopping cart…I also go to the local hospital and get in a wheelchair and ride around visiting random strangers just so a nurse or occasional security guard can ask “how are you?” with genuine sympathy in their voice.]
Today in my draconian adventures to this “outside world” I found a bag of assorted Styrofoam balls ($1.39) and some goo-goo-goo-glee eyes ($1.29).
If you haven’t guessed the moral of this story by now, I went home and made an Oobi for Micah and an Oobi for me, then the Oobi for Mathias was to made to make three.
What a brighter world one sees when looking through the eyes of Oobi. Einstein did after all say that imagination was more important than intelligence.
4 comments:
You are such a funny a great writer!
Lauren H.
Cute... I want one too.....
You're just awesome. I'm praying for a speedy recovery for you.
Shells here daddy jo...You are now and will forever be my favorite. You see, this story was great in and of itself. However, in a couple weeks, I'll be mulling over some percieved difficulty and remember this and smile. You are a gift that keeps giving my friend.
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