I Don't Need A Rock

Last evening was a most beautiful fall evening. The fall colors and temperature were splendid! To cap off the day, I was privileged to take a walk with my 2 1/2 year old granddaughter, Libby. Libby is full of life and so many stories. Actually, she rode her multicolored tricycle while I walked along side. She was wearing a beautiful light blue dress, her pink tennis shoes and her Princess panties. She would stop to kill bears along the way and I reacted in kind.

On one of our stops, she picked up two small rocks. She said, "Here Papa! We will put these in our pockets!" I took my rock and promptly put it in my pocket. I noticed that she was searching for a pocket on her little dress. She was not being successful. There were no pockets on her dress. Not to be defeated, I saw her lift up her little dress and begin to put the rock, yes, in her Princess panties. She squiggled and squirmed - not looking at me - and quickly just opened the elastic around her little leg and let the rock drop. She immediately looked up at me and said with a little grin, "I don't need a rock". She immediately jumped on her tricycle and took off! I laughed so hard tears came to my eyes and took off following her again.

I am not sure if there is a moral to the story or if it is just funny. It seems like there should be a moral in it somewhere. Maybe it's about quickly realizing that the stuff we pick up and try to take along with us is really most uncomfortable. Maybe we need to just let it go and quickly say, "I don't need a rock".