She always seems to have deep thoughts at the end of the day. Usually when lying in bed, when I am trying so very hard to just get her to sleep. Then she asks the coolest questions.
Last night, is typical. I read to her one of my favorite parts of "On the Banks of Plum Creek". The part where Nellie Olson gets her comeuppance with leeches. She asks what leeches are like, and how it feels. I have had some experiences with leeches...so, I explain. She talks about how a friend of hers got stung by a bee. She asks--can you go through your whole life, without being bitten by leeches or having poison ivy, or getting hurt, etc.
I told her how I had gotten in to a bunch of leeches, had a bad case of poison ivy, gotten lots of mosquito bites...and these were all when I was around her age (all, by the way, through Girl Scout Camp...).
The point was, I told her, is that life is the experiences, good and bad. You learn from them, and later, you can tell stories from them.
This morning...she had a life experience. I was upstairs getting ready to take her to school. She dealt with her breakfast dishes, and the kitchen garbage was placed outside (it is stinky and needs to be taken out to the big garbage can). She stepped out to put some garbage in the kitchen garbage...and got locked out. I did not hear her for a little while, because I was upstairs. It was fine, I opened the door not five minutes later--the poor kiddo had some tears streaking her face..but she was fine...and we both laughed about how THIS was a life experience.