I have so many plans! Big plans! Plans that get squashed like bananas in the couch. Plans that get flattened like cereal puffs under my feet. Plans that get tossed like the dirt I throw over my head. Why? Give me a second to calm myself before I answer…
My plans mostly don’t happen because I hear, “You don’t know how to do that.”, or worse, “You aren’t old enough yet, sweetie.” Sweetie? You wouldn’t call me that if you knew what I was thinking right now. Hmmmph.
How am I supposed to learn how to do “that” if I don’t try? I am not asking to drive the truck or anything…not this week. I just want to climb a few things, take apart and rebuild Momma’s camera, attempt flying with my super-hero-in-training cape, take photos to contribute to the website, start the fireplace, and give the dogs a bath. Those are just SOME examples of my dashed dreams. Instead, I get plastic toys, cardboard books, and blunt crayons. Have you ever tried staying in the lines with huge, blunt crayons? Impossible!! Simply impossible!!! And I’m guessing Mommas feels threatened by the superb quality of my photos.
Momma is always encouraging me to try new things, but then she tells me I might get hurt when I propose MY plans. Well it’s hurting me not to try! Both Momma and Daddy tell me it is okay to make mistakes as long as I try. Well, I think it’s a mistake to NOT let me try MY plans! Hmmmphh…the audacity. Momma says Daddy has gumption and he tries things he doesn’t know how to do all the time. How come he gets to but I don’t??? (They think I’m not listening.) Well, once I figured out gumption didn’t mean I have to go to the doctor, I realized I have it too! What good is having gumption if I don’t get to use it? What about MY plans? Work with me people!