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October 13, 2009 - Jennifer Brookens
That song by the country group Sugarland, "It Happens," has been on my brain for the past 24 hours or so. It's tough trying to explain to a five-year-old that there are just days where it seems everything's going wrong. It's especially tough when Mama's having one of those days herself.
Perhaps it started with the wet snowy Monday that came a month or two earlier than anticipated. The snow boots she loved so much no longer fit. Fast forward eight hours, and I ask her how her day was.
"The pizza at lunch was good," she said. And then she began to cry. It turned out her good-girl "green light" streak was broken and she was moved to "yellow light" for the day when she was chasing a classmate during a class activity. Her backpack that wasn't zipped closed got dropped in a mud puddle, making the folders inside wet and dirty. She was hoping for some ice cream when she got home, only to find out Daddy finished the last of it. The treat she settled for ended up loosening a tooth enough that it popped out, but it was never found. The thought of swallowing her tooth horrified her, and I REALLY regret mentioning where it might later be found.
Yeah, a day like that at the age of five would make me wanna cry too. In fact I did, for like mother, like daughter - I had "one of those days" as well. I couldn't just sigh and say, "It happens," to her as I do for myself. All I could do is give her a few extra hugs and try to assure her that after a good night's sleep, she'll feel better and tomorrow will be a clean slate.
The muddy backpack was washed and ready to go this morning, and it looks like the Tooth Fairy understood, thanks to Mom and Dad writing a note vouching for our girl's lost tooth. A little happy face was drawn under the note, along with enough quarters for our girl to feed the next vending machine she finds.
It's a good start.
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