At breakfast this morning Maren was chattering on and, honestly, I wasn’t all that tuned in. My thoughts were like: we need more babyfood for Greta, and does Maren’s Poptart have any nutritional value whatsoever, and what is that sticky stuff I keep stepping in? A pretty normal morning at my house. Maren concludes her monologue with a reference to beauty, or pretty, or something like that.
I chime in with, “Maren, you have the most beautiful heart and the most beautiful spirit.”
Maren is processing what I just said, and I can actually see the wheels spinning in her brain as she considers what I’ve just said. “Yes, Mom,” she says, nodding seriously. “Do you know why my heart is the most beautiful?”
“Why Maren?” I am poised for her aha moment of how beauty comes from within, or some other wisdom.
“My heart is beautiful because it has lots of loop-dee-loops all over it.”
I laugh. She laughs. And then, of course, Greta laughs. Later, we recounted the story for Brad while we rode to church, and he laughs.
You know, I think her heart does have loop-dee-loops all over it! Who am I to argue?