All Pinwheels Great and Small

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The Goose loves pinwheels, and has had several. The first was a present in her Easter basket, and another was a gift from a lady at a yard sale. The Goose was so fascinated with them that The Missus purchased several sturdy pinwheels for the yard.

So now that we no longer actually live with my parents, the Goose’s grandma has been kind enough to watch the Goose three days a week since The Missus is now working full-time again.

Which reminds me! I haven’t given any recent additions to the Goose to English dictionary! There aren’t a huge number of new entries, simply because the Goose is now two and a half, and her language skills are improving incredibly every day. There are still fun things:

Settygetty = Spaghetti

Srack = Snack

But now she interprets as well!

Goosie, what does Mommy say? I love you!
Goosie, what does Daddy say? Blah blah blah!*
Goosie, what does Grandma say? A sweet pea!
Goosie, what does Grandpa say? Sank you!
Goosie, what does Nana say? Right on! [insert thumbs-up]
Goosie, what does cousin Ariel say? Yeah buddy!
Goosie, what does Miss Jennifer say? Psssspsssspssss

*This, by the way, is how I know she gets me.

But back to all pinwheels great and small. When I take the Goose to visit Grandma, we drive past a large wind generator like this:

 

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And one day, the Goose yelled, “Look, Daddy! A big pinwheel!” So ever since, this generator has become The Big Pinwheel, and the road it’s on has been renamed Big Pinwheel Road. And most days, it turns.

About a week or two ago, though, we noticed that The Big Pinwheel wasn’t turning one morning. The Goose said, “Daddy, fix Big Pinwheel!” I can evidently fix anything. I told her that I couldn’t do it, but perhaps “the guys” would be out later to fix it and have it running by the time we came home. “Guys fix it?” Ah, great. Who are these guys? “Yes, Goosie, the guys will hopefully have it running this evening.” We came back by that evening, and thank goodness, there was enough of a breeze to have it turning.

A couple days ago, it wasn’t turning again. I’d tried several times to tell the Goose about how “the guys” didn’t actually need to come fix it, that it just needed wind, but “the guys” are burned indelibly in her mind as those who fix. In fact, they’re supposed to fix our kitchen table too. So off we went, hoping it would be running in the evening. On this occasion, it wasn’t. The Goose was disappointed.

So somehow or another, the idea popped into my head that we should ask Jesus to fix The Big Pinwheel. So I ask the Goose if she wants to pray with me about that. “Okay,” she says. Like, no big deal. So I pray, as most parents I imagine pray with their children, in the over-exaggerated prayer voice, “Dear Jesus, please fix The Big Pinwheel and make it turn! In Jesus’ name, AYY-MENNN!!” You know what I’m talking about, parents.

And then

very slowly

it

started

TURNING.

It was turning fast enough that the Goose noticed. “Goosie,” I said, barely able to contain my excitement, “what did Jesus do?”

“Fix a Big Pinwheel!!”

And so He did.

And you know what? It gave me an opening that I hadn’t realized I’d had before to start telling the Goose who Jesus is. Jesus made the trees, the rocks, the grass, and the Goose, and He loves the Goose so much that He fixed The Big Pinwheel for her. I haven’t gotten into all the other things He fixed, like the theological things, but for the moment, it’s enough that the Goose knows that Jesus loves her enough to fix her favorite Big Pinwheel. Oh, and he made the trees, too.

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