not to us

My little girl is sharp. She's at that age where they hear everything and they notice everything and they want everything explained to them. This stage is hallmarked by one word, "Why?"

We've been asked that question numerous times over the past three weeks. Also, over the past three weeks, my mom has been a little emotional. Near death experiences tend to do that. They make you put everything in focus, in perspective. For my mom, that perspective has come with some intense gratitude.

At times, the gratitude has manifested as silent tears, quiet sobs, or full-blown crying. Ruby has witnessed it many times, and, each time, she has asked, "Nonna, why are you crying?" or "Mommy, why is Nonna crying?" We've tried our best to explain a complex point.

"Nonna is crying because she's happy."

"Nonna is crying because she is so thankful to God."

"Nonna is crying because God has helped her feel better, and that makes us say, 'Thank you!'"

I wasn't really sure if Ruby was getting the full gist of the sentiment, but I was doing my best.

Tonight, it became clear that Ruby TOTALLY didn't get it.

We ate dinner at Cracker Barrel (Thanks, Dad! My favorite!), and Ruby wasn't behaving very well at all. She kept getting out of her seat, and she was not obeying. Finally, I took away her privilege to sit in a big girl chair, and I put her in a high chair. This is tantamount to Chinese torture for my little independent girl, but a momma's gotta do what a momma's gotta do.

Needless to say, she continued to whine and she began to cry (loudly.) I leaned over to ask her what was wrong, specifically. Her answer made me laugh hysterically.

"I'm crying because I'm happy to God!"

She said it at least four more times, and I laughed four more times. I guess we'll keep working on the "happy cry" concept. :)