One of my favorite times with my beloved little preschoolers is after long weekends or school breaks. Breaks mean vacations and trips. Vacations and trips mean excited preschoolers. Excited preschoolers mean ecstatic story telling. Ecstatic story telling means my day is made. The most memorable story came from a little four-year-old named Olivia last fall break.
Never underestimate the optimism of a happy little girl in pigtails.
Olivia came bounding across the room toward me jumping and giggling the whole way.
“Guess what, Miss Heidi! Guess… Guess what I did!”
I got down on my knees so I was at eye level.
This is about to get good.
“What did you do, Miss Olivia?”
“I, I, I”
*deep breath and a jump*
“I goed to this place and sawed like a buh-muh-zillions of dinosaurs!!!”
“It was like a… a… a museum!”
*Arms fly wildly into the air*
“A dinosaur museum! And Daddy telled me all about the different kinds!”
“really? what kinds did you see?” – me
*calms down, leans forward, and looks me straight in the eye*
“Oh, these was just the boney kinds of dinosaurs, so we didn’t get eated or nothing.”
*Shrugs shoulders while saying…*
“So that was good.”
So next time you’re having a bad day, just remember little Olivia. As long as you haven’t been consumed by a T-Rex yet, things could be worse. One of my three-year-olds, Eliana, has the optimism thing down pat. She always has a huge smile on her face. Just looking at her makes your day better. One day I looked down at her and said, “Miss Ellie, are you always happy?” She giggled and said, “Just baaaasicallyyyy.”