Good old Fred Rogers. Owen (bro-in-law) used to say he would rather have his kids watch Freddy Kreuger than Fred Rogers. Why, I wonder? Doesn’t Mr. Rogers represent everything wholesome and gentle with the added bonus of teaching them about the safe and wonderful world around them? (Okay, its not always a safe and wonderful world but in his neighbourhood no harm could befall you.) Don’t we long for that for our children, even if its a temporary state? Sure, they have to learn at some point that there is no tooth fairy or Santa Claus … and there is no S & W world waiting to welcome them. Anyway, I’ll take cardigans over the clawed hand of Freddy every time. One of these days I’ll ask Owen to do a guest post and explain his reasons.
It really is beautiful outside, with about an inch of snow on the ground and the sun shining with all his might. (Walrus and the Carpenter). Vancouver gets so little snow in a year but its a treat when we do and it often comes with sunny weather – which is almost as rare as snow during our winter. Yesterday my Sarah came down the stairs and walked toward the kitchen. We were having the identical day to this one so she had to shield her eyes from the brilliant sunshine coming in our south windows. “Oooo its so bright”, she said.”It hurts my eyes”. The day had begun for Little Miss Negative. Her Dad and I exchanged a glance and a smile. She’s at the age and stage when ‘seldom is heard an encouraging word’. She earned the nickname Mona this past spring when the two of us were in Italy with Stephen. And we didn’t mean Mona Lisa. We meant Moan-a. I know she’ll get through this but in the meantime we get to hear about the underside of every thing; every silver lining has a black cloud within that’s just waiting to dump its load on you. Ahhhh, the teen years.