/ by Dr Margaret Aranda /
Image 1. Awakening. / There was no ‘gradual’ awakening.
She was always busy, busy, busy!
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She thought and thought fast. Her eyes opened, wide awake in a microsecond. Darting them about, “Oh boy!” …it dawned on her like a firecracker that today wa….
“OH! I wanna go out and play all the whole day away!”
She woke up more, immediately with another quick flash. “Oh!” Determination was sharply set on her smooth face, and her lips perked straight. Wide awake, the little two-year old toddler hurriedly threw the soft cuddly blankets back, sun-drenched room bright, smile in flight. Her orange night-light was still on, for some reason, and the lavender fragrance sheets spoke of things colored and flowery.
Since her blue gray pajamas were all knitted with dreams of cloud-watching, that was the last thing on her mind. It was the long zipper from neck to ankle, and the yellow feet, that did it. For they were pleated and padded on the bottom with that sticky pad kind of stuff. And she wanted out of bed now. Boom!
Rolling over on her stomach, she positioned her body perpendicular to the needless bed. She meticulously laid her head on the middle of the bed, then scooted her legs so they flipped over the edge. This was the challenge of the day: to get past the edge of the bed. To get to greater things that were unseen. She had to do it! Her lips pursed once again as she breathed out of her nose. She laid on her belly, then grabbed onto the bedsheets with her little hands tightly clenched. Her knuckles were indented with that baby fat we all love, chunky wrists with folds of laughter and kisses to behold.
At first, her feet dangled over the edge, she let herself slowly fall down in a controlled way. Now her knees were on the edge. One hand loosened grip and moved closer to the edge, too. Her hips pushed on the edge of the bed. Now both fists were white at the knuckles. Slowly, ever so slowly, she let gravity pull her down. The edge of the bed was at her belly now. Her feet swung from the bed, and they inched down.
“Uh! Uh!” She grunted as her eyes looked backwards. She looked backwards so hard that her eyes hurt. It was morning again and she just had to do it! “Uh!” She couldn’t wait! She had to get out of this bed!
Her feet hit the floor and she went tumbling overboard.
“Uh!” Her body was going upward now, picking herself up. She was glad to be off the bed, at least. This was progress. She wasn’t hurt at all.
Quickly, she picked herself up and started running. Ahh! But she was still awkward and didn’t quite catch all her balance first, so she fell again. She had been in forward motion, and her body lost control and pitched forward. “BOOM!”
“Mama! Where?” Her eyes searched left and right, right and left as she made her way out of the sun-soaked room. Into the hallway she went, scrunching her eyes to adjust to the dark hallway. She looked under the bookcase. She peered under the chair. She searched. She pouted. Nothing was there.
Then she had a thought. “Outside!”
For some reason, she just liked to point her finger at their faces and lecture them here and there. It just felt right.
But there was one thing that she certainly knew…
~ Dr Margaret Aranda
So simple it was, for her furry friends to be her companions in real life. She loved every moment of being with them. She never thought about growing up. Not once. She never thought that today and tomorrow would fade away. No. She just did the things she liked, the things that she was used to doing ~ being a mommy, feeding her babies, and playing with them. They were just so naturally cute and cuddly!
She didn’t even have to work very hard at getting them to behave.
And when she woke up in the morning, her first thought would be that of her babies. She would nurture them, spend time with them, talk to them, love them, and make sure that they knew of her love.
And tomorrow she would be back to do it again, but only …much more!
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