Frog Babies

We are anxiously awaiting baby frogs. I pulled some frogspawn out of a field that had flooded, near a creek, near my house. They have turned into little squiggles. They are about to hatch. Funny thing is that I seem to be more excited than Ramona. Of course Ramona can’t be in charge. That’s what she wants. Well, she could be in charge, but I won’t let her for the safety of the frogs. She would love to pick-up the frogspawn and play with it.

But we are both still having a great time. Having a daughter is the best thing I have ever done. I realize how much she is healing me, inspiring me to be more. It surprises me how much my childhood has come back with her. I realize it is because I shut down as a child and stopped letting certain parts of me thrive or express themselves. It is the Tragic Saga that played out in my own
little personal life. Can a child give to gift of a second chance? I want her to thrive in ways wish I could have. This song I saw today touched me. I am not the only one who has been renewed by a child.

My Little Girl
My little girl, teach me to laugh again
Run in the wind and tumble in the grass again
When you’re so alive and running by my side
Then you teach me to laugh little girl

My little girl, teach me to cry again
To feel my pain and stop and wonder why again
When you bow your head from something I have said
Then you teach me to cry, little girl

My little girl, teach me to love again
Put your arms around me and teach me to hug again
When you know I am sad and you touch me with your hand
Then you teach me to love little girl

My little girl, teach me to live again
Let me be near you and teach me how to give again
Life is fresh and new in everything you do
When you teach me to live, little girl
-Mary Dart

I don’t care if it is hokey. I am letting myself shamelessly love hokey.