Ten Ways Our Children Are Very Demure, Very Mindful
The recent explosion of the “very demure, very mindful” trend on the inter webs got us thinking. Our children embody the very essence of this phrase! Here are ten ways how.
My young son and I love to read together at gymnastics class. We use the time to talk, connect, laugh. When he doesn’t get the book he likes, he pulls down my pants so the others in the waiting room can understand his frustrations. Very demure, very mindful.
Our children truly understand the full range of emotion. My son awoke in the middle of the night and realized it had been a while since mommy had had a true scare. He picked up his toy blower, turned it on, and stood over my bed blowing into my face at 2am. Wow, what a jolt! Very demure, very mindful.
Evening time is special time for our family. We love bonding as a core unit. Each of us has our spot on the couch, where we cuddle up and select a family friendly film to enjoy together. One night, my middle child scurried up to claim his area and found his big brother there, smiling quietly down at him. The middle child smiled back, in a moment of sibling connectivity, and asked the eldest child: “Do you want to smell my butt?” Very demure, very mindful.
It is such a joy to watch our delicate young daughter learn to use her manners at the breakfast table. She scoots up onto her booster seated next to Mommy, and practices her fine motor skills with her peanut butter oatmeal scoops. Every so often, she will break focus from the task at hand, look up at Mommy with a glimmer in her eye and say: “I just farted. Big.” Very demure, very mindful.
The children very much appreciate lessons in the kitchen with their father. Occasionally, they will gather a plethora of smoothie ingredients and spend quality time together, blending. They enjoy adding one item at a time, looking up at their dad and back down at their upper extremities as they press the blend button. They then remark: “Dad, why does your hand look So. Old.” Very demure, very mindful.
I like to try new dinner recipes that have fresh blends of vegetables and proteins in them. One of my favorite past times is cooking said meal, and placing it on the dinner table for the family of five to taste and provide commentary on. Recently, after I had freshly chopped, seasoned, and roasted that evening’s dinner, I was treated to an Oscar-worthy performance of my son becoming violently ill with an end result of reversal of fortune of his vegetable medley all over his plate. Very demure, very mindful.
My kids enjoy the opportunity to ride their bikes to school on two select days of the week. As a parent, it’s a lovely activity to dedicate oneself to in Florida of all places because it means you have also committed to three showers that day. One morning, as we arrived to the drop off gate, I asked my child for a sip of his water bottle. During our hand off, it slipped from my grip and splattered half of its contents onto the concrete below. I uttered an “Oops” and my eldest responded with: “I’m very disappointed in you.” I immediately apologized, and a third grader, who had been surveying the scene on the periphery, told my kid: “It was your fault to give it to her!” Very demure. Very mindful.
Our children enjoy sensory play. They also enjoy taking it to another level with food in the car. Brilliantly, they take the pouches of apple sauce (designed to be mess free by simply squeezing into one’s mouth) and purposely squirt the pouches all over their bare legs. This allows for free play while in motion! When they’re done, they simply use fingers to scoop up the sauce and lick away. Very demure, very mindful.
My soccer player likes to have two French braids for games. (Demure in and of itself.) After the last game, she determined that one braid was simply too long for her taste, so she cut off the end.Very demure, very mindful.
My preschool-aged son still doesn’t mind the sensation of wetting his pants while sleeping. The other day, he asked why I was stripping his sheets. I responded that I smelled pee pee in his room and I just couldn’t figure out where it was coming from. He looked at me with a furrowed brow and exclaimed, exasperatingly: “Mom! It came from me!” Very demure, very mindful.
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HA HA HA! Kids, they say the darndest things!
Oh my Lordt... that was my continued response as I read through this. LOL