Do you ever have days when it seems someone is trying to tell you something? For me, yesterday was a day like that and the message was: No one likes to be told what to do. I don't! Do you? Of course not! No one does! But here is how the message came to me yesterday:
It started when Jim and I were trying to leave the house to start our journey to Rancagua for my first chemo treatment. Dasha Luna kept hovering near the door ready to make a dash for it. I picked her up and carried her down the hall to the bedroom where her friends Zsa Zsa and Suzy Q were already enjoying the sun on the bed. I said to her, 'stay here with your friends for awhile.' but before I could put her down, she pushed against my chest and sprang from my arms as if to say, 'you can't tell me what to do, I will do it myself!' Oooo-kaaay! She doesn't like being told what to do. I get it.
An hour later we are on the bus when a mom gets on with a little girl about 2 1/2 with curly light brown hair and rosy cheeks. She was a real cutie pie. As soon as they sat down a few rows behind us, the little girl began a non-stop chattering monologue. Now, I am a bit weak in Spanish baby talk but I did make out the repeated mantra of 'mio, mio, mio' (mine, mine, mine) and the occasional 'let's go bye bye' in English. Jim and I were enjoying it and sometimes softly laughing together. Her mom never had a chance to speak but we heard her say 'shush' after about 10 choruses of little Miss Cutie Pie Bright Cheek's La La La La song. After being 'shushed' she didn't miss a single La but continued now with a steady cresendo with each La a bit louder and more punctuated. How cute! After a slow and steady progress, she reached a grand finale with a big, loud, and long LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! Needless to say we were laughing out loud by then. I said to Jim, 'she's like Dasha Luna, doesn't like to be told what to do.'
Fast forward 10 hours later, we are home and listening to some music by the Rolling Stones. Suddenly, as if Mick Jagger has a message just for me I hear him sing, 'Be my little baby for awhile.' What? I don't think so! 'Won't you be my little baby for awhile.' Oh, well, if you put that way, sure!I get it, no one likes to be told what to do be them a willful kitten, a very little girl, or a fan of the Stones. I get it! NO ONE LIKES TO BE TOLD WHAT TO DO! Thanks Dasha Luna, Little Miss Cutie Pie Bright Cheeks, and Mick Jagger for giving me that important message.
Does this ever happen to you?