Guest guest Posted August 20, 2007 Report Share Posted August 20, 2007 Thank You! What an inspiring story!! --- In , " " <knightsintention@...> wrote: > > > Because I Can > Author: Krug > > > Today I spent the day with probably the smartest person on the face of > the planet. It wasn't a chance meeting, nor was it our first time > together. In fact, I have spent almost every hour of every day of the > last three years with this pint-sized Einstein and never realized he > beheld such pearls of wisdom. > > I first noticed we were onto something when I asked my little son, > Grant, why he unraveled and stuffed an entire roll of toilet paper into > the commode. Without a pause or a flinch, he casually declared, " Because > I can! " . > > " Hurumfph " , I replied, as I plunged and prayed I could avoid having to > actually reach in and pull the stringy mess out with my hands. " Well, > maybe you CAN, but you aren't supposed to, so let's not do that again. " > > Later on he ventured into the kitchen where he perused the fridge for > something to munch. When I caught up with him, he'd managed to lay out a > smorgasbord of half-eaten American cheese slices, cherry tomatoes and > celery sticks across the kitchen floor. At first, I was none too pleased > with the mess until I noticed he was happily spooning out heaping > spoonfuls of cottage cheese and stuffing his mouth. I knew the cottage > cheese carton was brand new and he'd had to have worked hard to peel off > that thin plastic protective film cover that comes glued to the rim of > the carton. I was impressed. > > " Are you hungry? " I inquired. > > " Yepsth. " Grant replied through a mouthful of small curds. > > " I could tell " I said while peeling a stuck cheese slice off the > linoleum. " You have quite a spread here...why didn't you come get me to > fix your lunch? " > > He glanced at me as if to say " Are you daft? " and then retorted, > " Because I can! " . And with his belly sufficiently full, he hurried off > to play. > > I cleaned the gooey mess made by my toddler chef and then sought him out > yet again. This time he was curled up with a pillow and blanket, settled > in with a favorite video. I snuggled in on the couch next to him and he > immediately responded with a big squeeze that only three year olds know > how to give! > > " I love you , Mommy " , he said with a gleam in his eyes and his chubby > arms locked around my neck. > > " You do? " I teased as I wrapped my arms around his little body, nuzzling > his soft neck. > > " Uh huh. " > > " And why do you love me, Grantie? " > > " Because I can! " he said with a giggle. And he flopped back onto the > couch, leaving me to contemplate the lesson he had tried to teach me the > whole day: > > Because I can. I can stick toilet paper down the commode, but I learned > it gets stuck and clogs the commode, so next time I won't do that. > > Because I can. I can find something to eat on my own, but I learned the > table might be a better place to enjoy my food next time. > > Because I can. I can love you because that's what my heart feels for > you, and showing love is always okay. > > Because I can. I can get angry when the toilet paper gets shoved into > the commode, or the homework doesn't get done, or the bicycles are left > in the driveway at night, but I learned that when I do, my children > always remember the anger yet seldom remember the lesson. > > Because I can. I can worry about the hungry beggar on the street, but I > learned that until I stop to feed and comfort the individual, I have > ignored humanity in its simplest form. > > Because I can. I can love you because that's what my heart feels for > you, and showing love is always okay. > > " Hey, Grant? " > > " What Mommy? " he asked as he crawled back onto my lap. > > " Do you know why I love you? " I asked, tempting his wisdom. > > Grant squished up his little face, leaned his forehead against mine, and > looking deep into my eyes declared, " Because you can, you silly mommy! " > > And, sure enough, he was right. > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 20, 2007 Report Share Posted August 20, 2007 This was beautiful...I sat here bawling like a baby.I just put my twin girls on a bus for their first day of middle school:(My baby's are growing up to quick...I can see them on my kitchen floor making a peanutbutter omelet,flour and eggs all over their curly reddish brown blonde hair(Doodle hair in replecka of my own)Their little cherub faces full of dimples as the say " mornin Mamma want breakfast? " My oldest my son 8 at the time,stood next to me rubbing his eyes and shaking his head in dis-belief.He is 17 now and I watched him this morning at the bus stop putting himself in between the road and his sisters.My little man:)Now I must wake up my Baby she is going to 3rd grade and will be without her sisters at school for the first time:( Children are the most valuble gifts we are given in our lifetime,and as I sit here still bawling barely able to see the keyboard.My thought is to cherish every momment,because they grow up to quick: (Because they can..... Brightest Blessings. Jen > > > Because I Can > Author: Krug > > > Today I spent the day with probably the smartest person on the face of > the planet. It wasn't a chance meeting, nor was it our first time > together. In fact, I have spent almost every hour of every day of the > last three years with this pint-sized Einstein and never realized he > beheld such pearls of wisdom. > > I first noticed we were onto something when I asked my little son, > Grant, why he unraveled and stuffed an entire roll of toilet paper into > the commode. Without a pause or a flinch, he casually declared, " Because > I can! " . > > " Hurumfph " , I replied, as I plunged and prayed I could avoid having to > actually reach in and pull the stringy mess out with my hands. " Well, > maybe you CAN, but you aren't supposed to, so let's not do that again. " > > Later on he ventured into the kitchen where he perused the fridge for > something to munch. When I caught up with him, he'd managed to lay out a > smorgasbord of half-eaten American cheese slices, cherry tomatoes and > celery sticks across the kitchen floor. At first, I was none too pleased > with the mess until I noticed he was happily spooning out heaping > spoonfuls of cottage cheese and stuffing his mouth. I knew the cottage > cheese carton was brand new and he'd had to have worked hard to peel off > that thin plastic protective film cover that comes glued to the rim of > the carton. I was impressed. > > " Are you hungry? " I inquired. > > " Yepsth. " Grant replied through a mouthful of small curds. > > " I could tell " I said while peeling a stuck cheese slice off the > linoleum. " You have quite a spread here...why didn't you come get me to > fix your lunch? " > > He glanced at me as if to say " Are you daft? " and then retorted, > " Because I can! " . And with his belly sufficiently full, he hurried off > to play. > > I cleaned the gooey mess made by my toddler chef and then sought him out > yet again. This time he was curled up with a pillow and blanket, settled > in with a favorite video. I snuggled in on the couch next to him and he > immediately responded with a big squeeze that only three year olds know > how to give! > > " I love you , Mommy " , he said with a gleam in his eyes and his chubby > arms locked around my neck. > > " You do? " I teased as I wrapped my arms around his little body, nuzzling > his soft neck. > > " Uh huh. " > > " And why do you love me, Grantie? " > > " Because I can! " he said with a giggle. And he flopped back onto the > couch, leaving me to contemplate the lesson he had tried to teach me the > whole day: > > Because I can. I can stick toilet paper down the commode, but I learned > it gets stuck and clogs the commode, so next time I won't do that. > > Because I can. I can find something to eat on my own, but I learned the > table might be a better place to enjoy my food next time. > > Because I can. I can love you because that's what my heart feels for > you, and showing love is always okay. > > Because I can. I can get angry when the toilet paper gets shoved into > the commode, or the homework doesn't get done, or the bicycles are left > in the driveway at night, but I learned that when I do, my children > always remember the anger yet seldom remember the lesson. > > Because I can. I can worry about the hungry beggar on the street, but I > learned that until I stop to feed and comfort the individual, I have > ignored humanity in its simplest form. > > Because I can. I can love you because that's what my heart feels for > you, and showing love is always okay. > > " Hey, Grant? " > > " What Mommy? " he asked as he crawled back onto my lap. > > " Do you know why I love you? " I asked, tempting his wisdom. > > Grant squished up his little face, leaned his forehead against mine, and > looking deep into my eyes declared, " Because you can, you silly mommy! " > > And, sure enough, he was right. > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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