On the Way to Wonder

Sr. Wantabee sat down to breakfast with her 3, almost 4 year old grandson. All five people were playing out their agendas through Sr. Wantabee’s mental space. “Oh my gosh, the kid is jumping shadows! I have to get my breakfast and get downstairs before the sun triggers a migraine!” “Oh, is that MY breakfast! (and there went her French toast)” “Mom, I’m almost ready to leave, are you ready?” Sr. Wantabee colapsed in her chair to eat her cold cereal. The grandson asked, “What’s wrong Grandma?” She replied as the real answer was to hard to explain, “Nothing. I’m just a little ole lady.” The grandson recognizing the lie, replied, “No Grandma, you’re not little. You’re big.” Sr. Wantabee sighed, looked at him and said, “You’re right. I’m big, you’re a little boy.” Grandson is sheer three year old honest responded, “No Grandma, I’m not a little boy! I’m a big boy. I don’t pee in my pants!”
Sr. Wantabee laughed and reflected on the incongruities of life. An old woman calling herself “little” and a “little” boy calling himself “big”. In the spectrum of life, is there ever a point where we admit reality? Or do we always talk past each other in our attempts to be who we want to be

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