I caught a flu bug, lost my voice (Hubs and Bubs sure did enjoy that :p) and on top of that, got conjunctivitis. Apart from lying in bed and feeling sorry for myself, my cousin Jean sent me this beautiful poem and it sums up the exact kind of childhood I wish Bubs to have.
Make the Ordinary Come Alive
Do not ask your children
to strive for extraordinary lives.
Such striving may seem admirable,
but it is a way of foolishness.
Help them instead to find the wonder
and the marvel of an ordinary life.
Show them the joy of tasting
tomatoes, apples, and pears.
Show them how to cry
when pets and people die.
Show them the infinite pleasure
in the touch of a hand.
And make the ordinary come alive for them.
The extraordinary will take care of itself.
By William Martin, The Parent’s Tao Te Ching: Ancient Advice for Modern Parents.
We (Hubs kept the eggshells, I gave Bubs the paints and Bubs did all of the painting himself) did Easter eggs painting at home.
And Bubs did this Easter bunny at school.