When my niece, Ballerina, was two years old, she excitedly looked through the new Christmas toy catalog and stared lovingly at the pages of dolls and accessories, dainty dresses and shoes, pink buggies, strollers, and bassinets.
“Mommy, I want to go in there,” Ballerina said. Cindy thought she meant the toy store. “No, Mommy, I want to go in there.”
“You mean you want to go inside the catalog?” Cindy asked.
Ballerina nodded. Cindy explained that you can’t go inside a catalog, but Ballerina couldn’t understand why not, so she kept pestering her mom.
Finally, Cindy decided she’d have to let Ballerina discover for herself that she couldn’t go inside a catalog. “Okay,” Cindy said, “try and squish yourself in there.” She held the catalog up to Ballerina’s forehead while Ballerina pushed her head against it.
When nothing happened, Ballerina grew mad and cried. Cindy remembered her own childhood disappointment when she was unable to get inside a mirror to explore the world on the other side. She compassionately told her two-year-old, “You can’t get in there. You’re not Alice in Wonderland.”
Although Ballerina gave up on her desire to get inside the toy catalog, she turned her attention to other things, wanting to get inside the pictures on cereal boxes and books! Years later she learned the real secret of how to get inside books: She learned to read and was swept away on exciting adventures.
What happens to the wide-eyed observer when the window between reality
and unreality breaks and the glass begins to fly? ~Author Unknown
Everything you can imagine is real. ~Pablo Picasso
So, do you have a parenting or grandparenting incident?