Friday, May 25, 2012
Such happy in a wee bag 'o water
A few weeks ago, Emma took part in Operation Snowball, which is a motivational retreat that encompasses a weekend. Teens meet with other teens and counselors and it's all about acceptance and kindness and not doing drugs and such. It focuses on building self-esteem and feeling good.
During the course of those few days, the participants were encouraged to write nice things about the people they encountered along the way. Those little slips of paper were then put into a bag with your name on it, to be picked up before you left. The idea was that when you were struggling, you had this "Bag of Good Feelings" to dig through and you had a nice reminder that you were a good person and someone likes you.
I had two thoughts on the "Bag of Good Feelings":
1) I need one of those bags....and a BIG bag at that.
2) I just kept inserting that term into this song -- which I find hilarious...and nobody else does.
I sorta got my own Bag of Good Feelings yesterday--but mine didn't include nice thoughts about Lin--mine had 4 very tubby tadpoles who were already sproutin' some mean froggie thighs.
Hog heaven, I tell you. Hog. Heaven.
I took each one of those soft little guys out, gave him a grand hello and set them free into the pond to enjoy the warm sunshine, a wee bit of space, and some snappy lily pads to sit on...once they grow arms, that is.
Oh, it takes so very little to make me happy. But happy I am--in the promise of some new froglets and some new life back in the pond.