The Little Guy went sliding across the floor this afternoon, landing face-first on the Jack and the Neverland Pirates “telescope” in his hands. He cried. The bruise formed.
“Aw,” I said. “Mommy just mopped the floor there because something spilled and you slipped on the wet floor.” For the rest of the evening, he repeated in various renditions the woes of running across a wet floor and how it would be better to walk.
It made me think about Life from Three Feet. There is so much to learn….and most of it from experience. “Wet floor” = slippery = fall on face! And the world is so very different from the perspective of being three feet tall….
When you are Three Feet Tall:
- Big dogs are actually very scary monsters. Their happily wagging tail is aimed directly for your eyes and yet everyone keeps telling you, “he’s really friendly – you don’t have to be scared of him!” Try being hit in the face with that lashing rope and see what you think about his “friendliness”!
- A simple task of “Go wash your hands” becomes an acrobatic feat as you balance atop a stool and lunge your belly onto the sink to teeter precariously while somehow turning a knob clockwise, twisting your torso to reach the soap, then lather and rinse. Boom! Landing on your feet again with pride….your joy is dashed when out rings, “Turn off the water!” Oh, darn.
- Every single little bitty toy you want to play with has been placed high on top of the mantle with those tall parental creatures thinking that “out of sight” is “out of mind.” Not so!. Look, I may be short….but the brain still works, buddy!
- Brothers barreling through the room at full speed are almost guaranteed to knock you off your feet – especially the 85-pound one who barely seems to have any control of his flailing arms (or maybe he does….maybe he just pretends that “was an accident”….hmmmm….something to think about…..).
- People say things like, “Oh look, you’re tall enough to ride the roller coaster this
year!” They never once consider whether or not you might actually want to ride the roller coaster….and since you have no clue what that word means, you decide to go along with the apparent giddy waiting in line….climbing aboard….SHEER TERROR!!! - Of course, the very next weekend, they might deem you “too little” to join them in roller skating…or bowling….or Laser Tag. Come on – sometimes I’m “too big” to still be wetting my pants and then “too little” to hang with the cool dudes?!?
- You practically run a 10K every time the family decides to go for a “short walk.” Anyone ever think about the fact that these legs are half the size of yours….thus they only move half the distance? I’m doing 5 or 6 steps for every one of yours – think that might be why I’m so far behind you?
Some great things about being Three Feet Tall though:
- You can still cuddle up in laps to read books at bedtime.
- People still carry you around when you lift your hands halfway through a “short walk.”
- Bending over to pick something up off the floor is hardly any work.
- People tend to think you’re just really cute…like all the time! And this can go a long way. A Long, Loooong Way!
It helps me to think about Life from Three Feet a little. To be a little more patient with the short legs, the earnest attempt to complete tasks while living in the world of giants, and the view of big things coming at you fast. Sometimes it helps to slow down a bit and view the world from the kids’ point of view….rather than my own.
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