Glancing over my shoulder this morning on our way to preschool I was surprised to see a set of small very angry eyes looking back at me. After having such a good day yesterday and being so excited to return to school today I wondered what ever could be the problem?
After questioning the noticeably mad kid about what was wrong with him my heart began to melt. His four yearold heart was hurting because he couldn't take his new basketball to school with him. He yearned to be the cool kid with the new shiny ball this morning at school. I figure his small mind was imagining what to him was a Michael Jordan(esque) entrance, but would have been merely a clumsy child with a noisy bouncing ball to others. But, due to the outright absurdity of his mommy, he had to be only a regular boy yet again today.
I tried to explain to him that his teachers wouldn't appreciate their already rowdy group of preschoolers being disrupted further by his shiny bouncing ball, but there is only so much you can explain to a small child. It didn't make any sense to him. Luckily for me, he agreed to save his ball for after school, and seemed to have other things on his mind by the time we reached his classroom door.
I planned to continue by recording the fact that out of all the candy and small toys he had received in all of his various Easter baskets - this plain simple basketball was his most prized gift. Even though we have a basketball in the garage, and he has played with many in his meager four years of existence - this one was special. Why? Because, it was his very own.
But, as parents and adults I don't have to tell you all any of that. Collectively we all wish our lives could be as simple as any small boy's love for his shiny new basketball.