Lexi, my six year old granddaughter, is in trouble, again.
Her mother tells me, “Lexi is at the age where she is fascinated with people’s rear ends. And, she has her own computer. Not a good mix. The other day she came running into the kitchen and asked me to come and look at something.
“I went into her room and she led me to her computer, pointed at the screen and said, “Why are they doing this?”
I peered closer and oh my gosh! I said, ‘Lexi! Where did you get this?!’ She said she had gone to Google and typed in something like BumBums.com!”
“Mooom!” Summer wails to me, “It was some Butt Fetish website and there were all kinds of weird things sticking out of people’s bums! And I had to explain to Lexi why people would do this and what the meaning was!”
I’m laughing. I can’t help it.
“Mom, Lexi is coming up to visit you for awhile and I want you to watch her on the computer. I don’t know what she might think to look up, next.”
“Gee,” I say, “I never would have thought of looking for something like bum bums on the net!”
Last time Lexi stayed with me for awhile, it was interesting. Of course.
She looks at me one day and says, “You’re looking a little old, BaBa.”
“Oh no. I am?” I wilt visIbly in my chair.
“But, BaBa,” Lexi hastily says, “you are very, very, very, pretty.”
“Oh. I am?” I’m renewed.
“Yes, Baba, but then, you know, everybody is.”
I can’t help but love that kid and her outlook on life.
When we car ride now, Lexi keeps up a rapid stream of observation and outlook from her car seat behind me.
The mountain road is especially bad and has been involved with lots of deaths lately, mainly young people.
Lexi has asked about all the crosses and photos and flowers and hand written signs along the road.
I have had to explain ‘Death’ to her. I have attempted to put Death in a positive light, but Lexi has developed a rather constant fear of my dying.
She has asked me to promise, to really promise, that she will die first, before me. She doesn’t want me to die first. I am hard pressed to say I will accommodate her, as I totally want to die before she does. But Lexi begs and begs from the backseat, “Pallleeese BaBa, I want to die before you do. Please Baba. I don’t want you to die.”
She wrings out a few tears. She is good at that.
We wing our way down the mountain on the bad road and from the back, Lexi mentions every cross and flower, mentions anything she sees that catches her attention and reads every road sign.
“Fasten your seat belts.”
“Turn on headlights next 15 miles.”
“Watch for deer!”
At one point she shouts out, “8.0 Grade! TURN!!”
My hand snaps at the wheel to leap out of the way of whatever is in the road but fortunately I remember there is actually nothing to turn away from, it’s just Lexi reading road signs.
“Can we talk about something else Lexi,” I say, “besides my death, and reading all the road signs?”
Lexi is silent for a few moments and then I hear her say, “God is alive, because It’s Mother Nature’s Son.”
Well. I think she just answered that lingering question that many people ask.
Maybe it’s true, maybe as she always tells us, she does know everything.
By the way, I am on FACEBOOK now where I often post little snippets of weird stuff that happens day to day in my life. You might want to sign on to both my Friend and Fan Page as I do different things on each.
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FLOW DREAMING SEMINAR WEEK END IN THE WINE COUNTRY WITH SUMMER AND VENUS- Aug 8-9th 2009
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TESTIMONIAL FROM A PHONE SESSION WITH VENUS:
“Venus, pretty much everything you told me last time we chatted on the phone…was totally true.” A.J.
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*WINNER OF A FREE 15 MINUTE PRIVATE PHONE SESSION WITH VENUS: *Vera Mengucci
Offer good through July 1st 2009 After that null and void