Everything I Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten

Most of what I really need to know about how to live and what to do, and how to be, I learned in kindergarten. Wisdom was not at the top of the graduate school mountain, but there in the sandbox at nursery school. These are the things I learned: Share everything. Play fair. Don't hit people. Put things back where you found them. Clean up your own mess. Don't take things that aren't yours. Say you're sorry when you hurt somebody. Wash your hands before you eat. Flush. Warm cookies and cold milk are good for you. Live a balanced life. Learn some and think some and draw and paint and sing and dance and play and work every day some. Take a nap every afternoon. When you go out into the world, watch for traffic, hold hands and stick together. Be aware of wonder. Remember the little seed in the plastic cup? The roots go down and the plant goes up and nobody really knows how or why, but we are all like that. Goldfish and hamsters and white mice and even the little seed in the plastic cup -- they all die. So do we. And then remember the book about Dick and Jane and the first word you learned, the biggest word of all: look. Everything you need to know is in there somewhere. The Golden Rule and love and basic sanitation. Ecology and politics and sane living. Think what a better world it would be if we all -- the whole world -- had cookies and milk about 3 o'clock every afternoon and then lay down with our blankets for a nap. Or if we had a basic policy in our nation and other nations to always put things back where we found them and cleaned up our own messes. And it is still true, no matter how old you are, when you go out into the world, it is best to hold hands and stick together. ~ Robert Fulghum ~

Saturday, January 6, 2007

Jack's tonsils


Okay, I know it has definitely been awhile since I last posted. Jack had his tonsils out on Dec. 13th. It was an emotionally stressful day for everyone and seeing his little body in that tiny hospital gown with the back open and his little diaper showing was almost too much to bear. However, the good thing for him is that he was not stressed because he didn't know to be. He was in surgery all of about 30 minutes, and the doctor said he did great, no complications, what a blessing! Going to recovery to see him was an experience, we could hear him yelling before we even opened the door to the recovery area. He was standing in the gurney fussing at the nurse wanting to be unhooked and released. As soon as I got to hold him and hug him (for the next 4 hours) both of us were incredibly relieved and instantly calmed. He was eating from the time they gave him his first Popsicle. On the Pediatric floor at Richland there are wagons for the parents to wheel the children around in. Jack rode and I walked many a mile on the pedo floor just going from his room to the family refreshment area restocking on frozen desserts. He ate scrambled eggs, zucchini, and a couple french fries on his second day. Now don't be misled, I am not saying he would have won any congeniality awards, because every time he swallowed anything he got mad but the determination won out. He ate it and just kept getting mad.
He was a true trooper and a very good patient to only be two years old, but I guess I am a slight bit biased. It has been about three weeks now and he is fully himself and talking a lot more, the doctor said the size of his tonsils was rare and very impressive. We are glad to have that behind us!
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