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Thank You! What an inspiring story!!

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>

>

> 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.

>

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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.

>

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