Yeah, I'm wild and crazy that way.
Here is what she posed for us intrepid group of Fun Mondayers:
Please share words that inspire and motivate you--brief or bloviatory, silly or serious, from great world leaders to last night's Comedy Central ... from a Hallmark greeting card to your favorite book. Choose one, choose many; let the quotes stand on their own or tell where you first read or heard them and how they affected you.Hmmm, she said, hmmmm.
I puzzled over this for a few days before I could commit to putting finger to keyboard.
Until I remembered one of my most memorable phrases -- something I invented on the spot during a tough time during the Roo-girl's preschool days.
Let me warn you in advance: This will not be the lighthearted fare that others might offer you today.
Her father was dead, and she grieved alone. We had sold our "big" house and moved into much smaller digs. She was suddenly faced with all-day preschool, instead of the genteel three-hour version she had been used to.
Bedtime was a nightmare. She wouldn't leave my bedroom. Wanted to sleep in my bed. Cried endlessly and tantrumed frequently.
In short, she was completely normal after suffering a traumatic loss.
But I was at the end of my rope, for I too had suffered. A different suffer than she had, but I needed my space at night and I was frantic to resolve this.
Turning bedtime into a predictable and therefore comforting routine seemed like the only option.
And so it began.
Bedtime book (usually the same one -- night after night after night after night).
Snuggles and kisses.
And my final words as I tucked her in -- words that I invented in desperation but that she and I still use with each other to this day, 10 precious years later:
"I love you from the bottom of the ocean to the top of the sky ... and all the way around the world."