You know how there are days when you want to post but have nothing to say? And you know how there are days when you want to post, but you just can’t find the time? Then there are days when something so blog worthy happens that no matter what else happens, damn it, YOU.WILL.POST!
Today is one of those days.
Today The Girl and I went to play group at the library. We go to this same play group every week, so the librarian has seen us there often. Today, after class, she said she wanted to talk to me. She said that when she reads stories that she notices that The Girl shows a lot of empathy, which is early for her age. F(or example, last week when she read the Three Little Kittens book and got to the part where the kittens lost their mittens and started crying, The Girl almost started to cry too. The librarian had to stop and tell her it was OK.
Anyway … she tells me that she noticed this and noticed what a great memory The Girl has and some other things that TOTALLY.STROKED.MY.EGO.
Let me just stop here and say this: I didn’t know this before I had kids, but every parent really and truly believes that his or her child is the most beautiful, most talented, most thoughtful, brightest kid that has ever been born. We all say it like we are joking, and before I had kids I thought people were joking, but no, it’s no joke; We really believe it. In fact, we think it is cute that you think your kid is so great when CLEARLY our kid is the greatest. Seriously, we all think that.
Having the librarian single you out, just to comment on the greatness of your kid … well, let me tell you, few things can stroke your ego like that. My head was getting bigger and bigger and bigger.
Then she asks me if I have ever heard about this book called The Indigo Children. I tell her I have not. She suggests that I might like it because she thinks The Girl just might be an indigo child. They are known to me very bright with amazing memories (so she says). My ego continues to grow.
I get home, call Norman, tell him all about it. His ego inflates as well.
I get The Girl fed and down for a nap, then I go to trusty old Google to find out all about Indigo Children. Go ahead, look, I’ll wait …
(finger tapping, humming, chewing my nails)
Done? Yeah … my head is now back to normal size. Which is exactly what I deserve for thinking my kid was soooooo much better than your kid. In case you didn’t click on the link let me just summarize:
- “Indego” is the color of the “hue of their auras”
- However this site says that actually the aura thing is not true, but rather it is “the result of scientific observations by a woman who has the brain disorder called synesthesia.” (yeah, cuz that makes it better)
- The Indigo Children is a book by Lee Carroll, a channeler for an entity he calls Kryon, and his wife Jan Tober.
- Who is “Kryon,” you ask? Well Kryon is “a disembodied entity of a different order than human, who has ‘been with the Earth since the beginning’.”
Really, need I go on?
She told me the book was “a little out there.”
A little out there? I thought I was a little out there. I’m an extended nursing, baby waring, co-sleeping, no processed sugar eating kind of parent. I think most people think I am pretty out there. But this … well … this is just plain nuts!
