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Monday, October 26, 2015

What I learned from my preschooler today


You can both be Elsa. One person does not have to be Anna. As a matter of fact, the entire preschool class can be Elsa if it wants to be. Last summer, there were several tense exchanges between Kulani and another three year old at the pool as they negotiated who would play the part of which princess (because someone had to be Anna). Now, whenever there is a girl at preschool dressed up as Elsa, Kulani is thrilled. She is happy because that girl is a kindred spirit (it is also an opportunity to prove to me that it is acceptable to dress that way).

It took me a long time to realize the significance of the whole Elsa phenomenon. But now I see it in a new light. You don't have to be unique or special or the only one of anything to be okay. You are precious exactly as you are. Just because each person is precious and a gift. So if there are 150 Elsas walking down Sherman Avenue on Saturday, it's cool. Each one of those Elsas is just as precious as the next 149. No one has to be Anna if she does not want to be and the fact that Elsa is absolutely - everywhere - does not make her any less precious.

It feels like such a relief - to me personally, actually. So much less exhausting. I recently realized I have spent a lifetime in chase - the pursuit of excellence. But it wasn't really a chase to excel, it was a chase to stand out. Because I felt like I had to be better or at least different just to be okay. It turns out you don't actually have to be somebody special to be somebody. You can just be.

With that said, in our family, there is only going to be one Elsa on Saturday. Because ... well ... yeah we are all precious. But G-d also created adult-sized Anna costumes and Amazon Prime. It's Halloween. That's different.

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Saturday, May 10, 2014

Vocabulary has improved significantly

Paige Rachel Winikoff's photo.On the way home, Julian asked me if I was going to put Kulani down for her nap, I said yes. She must have overheard (and understood) because this is what I heard from the back seat. "No bed. Yucky. Poopy diaper. Stink. Time out. Spank. Die."

Of course, I am pleased with Kulani's broadening lexicon.  But "Die" was a little harsh.  She could have stopped with "Spank".

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Monday, January 21, 2013

Kulani at 15 Months Does Not Talk

Kulani is almost 16 months and still she has no words. I am a little bit worried about her developmental progress. But everyone says that when she does start talking, it will be in complete sentences. I am pretty sure the first one will be "I have to check my email."

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