Charlie · parenting · poems

This Life is Yours- June

Take the power
to choose what you want to do
and do it well
Take the power
to love what you want in life
and love it honestly
Take the power
to walk in the forest
and be a part of nature.
Take the power
to control your own life
No one else can do it for you
Take the power
to make your life
and very happy

~Susan Polis Schutz

Charlie tells me about her day. A few nights ago, Charlie and I shut the lights off in her room and layed on her floor pillow, like we do every night. I asked her about her day and the conversation went something like this:

“My fins,” Charlie says.

“Your friends? You played with your friends?” I ask.

“Yes,” she says.

“What else did you do?” I ask.

“Ow-sie, dow sie,” Charlie tells me.

“You went down the slide?”

“Yes,” she says.

“Mi taw-ee..”

“Ms. Connie?” I ask.

“Yes. Mi taw-ee pi me uh.”

“Ms. Connie picked you up?” I ask.

“Yes, I faw dow. Mi taw-ee waw ma ands”

“You fell down, and Ms. Connie washed your hands?” I ask.

“Yeah!” she exclaims.

“Aw, that was very nice of Ms. Connie to pick you up and wash your hands.”

“Yeah… Mama waw ma ands,” she compares.

“Yes, Ms. Connie washes your hands just like Mama. That’s so nice.”


“I love you Charlie.”

“Bed Mama.”

“You want to go to bed?” I ask.


Charlie loves to play with her dolls. I catch her changing their diapers. She doesn’t use diapers, she just pretends. She also puts her baby in time out sometimes. I ask,

“Charlie, why is baby in time out?”

“See it me,” she tells me, with her hand flat on her chest.

“She hit you?”


“Oh, she can’t do that. Ok, time out for two minutes.”

“Yes,” says Charlie.

One of Charlie’s teachers, Ms. Connie, told me Charlie went into time out yesterday because she pushed one of the other kids. Charlie did go over, say she was sorry and gave the child a hug. When Charlie and I got home and settled down, I ask her how her day was.

“Mi sad.”

“You were sad, why?” I ask.

“Puh mi find dow”, she told me. She re-enacted her arm motion with a push and layed
down on the bed.

“You pushed your friend down? I asked, concerned.

“Yeah… tie ah.”

“You went into time out?”

“Yeah,” she told me.

“Why did you push your friend?”

“insert here something I couldn’t understand”

“They were talking about you?” I guessed, terrified to death that two-year-olds gossip and gang up on each other.

“No… (with a wrinkle in her nose, like she had no idea what I was talking about)… (insert here the same thing I couldn’t understand before)

“Oh, ok.” Sigh of relief, oh good, all is still right with the world. My two-year-old is still pushing kids down for no reason at all.

“Emma pus As-ee”, Charlie told me.

“Emma pushed Ashley?”


I think the kids just test their limits to see what happens…. ya’ think? šŸ™‚

Last night we layed down to read a book that I picked out, but Charlie wanted to read Dora. I was tired and eager to put Charlie to bed so I could lay down. I didn’t want to read Dora. I’ve watched Dora and read that book so many times in the past weeks, I just didn’t want to, and I said,

“Charlie, I don’t want to read Dora.”

“No, mi ree,” she told me and took it to sit down.

“Ok, you read for one minute and I’ll be right back to say our prayers.”
Charlie sat down and I heard her from the other room.

“Hola!!” she exclaimed…

I came back in the room a minute later and she was ready to lay down. We cuddle. We said our prayers, assured each other we wouldn’t push our friends and thanked Jesus for milk.

“I love you Charlie”

“Bed Mama.”

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