Grandchildren provide some of the most enjoyable, amusing and enchanting moments in life. This moment comes from little Miss M, a four year old who has the vocabulary of a twelve year old and the temper of a banshee.
Following a lovely Christmas Eve, the kids are getting ready for bed. I have offered to tuck them all in which is a special joy for me. As I come into Miss M’s room, she is chattering away about Christmas, Santa, presents and candy. All the stuff of a four year old’s delight.
In the midst of the chatter, she suddenly announces that she cannot go to bed yet because she forgot to put out the reindeer food. There were almost 20 people at the Christmas Eve gathering, and the conversation about reindeer food had passed me by. Apparently, there was critical information that was unknown to me. I had seen her older brothers put out cookies and a carrot, so I told her that J had already done it. WRONG. COMMENT.
She jumped straight up with a roar that would drown out a 747, screaming that J could not put out the reindeer food. It was HER reindeer food that SHE was supposed to put out. J had “no right” (direct quote) to take her special food from school to put out for the reindeer to eat.
The indignant wrath of this little sprite was as surprising as it was intense. Generally she is a very easy-going little person. Clearly, this was very important. She continued to screech about her reindeer food and added that it sparkled so the reindeer could find it. Aha! Now I get it. She had something other than a carrot to feed these reindeer. I quickly explained that J had only put out a carrot and that he would never, ever disappoint her by putting out her special food. I suggested that she run downstairs and put out the food quickly because Santa must be getting close.
She eagerly dashed off, grabbed the food and heads out the door. Aunt Bee sees her and tells her she cannot go outside without shoes. Miss M, who has had quite enough frustration for one four year old, huffily tells Aunt Bee in no uncertain terms, that she HAS TO FEED THE REINDEER. NOW! BEFORE SANTA COMES! Shoes were of no concern.
Aunt Bee, being much wiser than Grandma, says, “Okay, girlfriend, we’ll go together and I will carry you so your feet won’t get too cold.” Miss M spreads her reindeer food with it’s glittery sparkles very carefully because it was important that the sparkles let the reindeer know where to find the food.
Reindeer food spread successfully, she races back up the stairs to settle in before Santa arrives. Amazingly enough, she is sleepy and ready to doze off even after all that energy and emotion. This was a very special encounter and will be a precious memory to share over the years. And honestly, I had no idea she had such a temper. I guess her Irish heritage is demonstrated there. Hopefully, the reindeer found the food and devoured it!
Grandchildren are one of the greatest joys in life and little Miss M is surely Anam Cara!