My cute little niece celebrated being alive 2 years just this last weekend. Two years seem insignificant when I think about them in general, but when I look at my niece, I see quite the opposite. Wow, how so much has changed in her life since the beginning. Sheesh, just starting from suckling, cuing, and mostly cry to now walking, listening to directions, and talking to the point of even saying, “I wuv youu.”
So, I think that 2 years should be a bomb of a celebration for this girl! I mean, did you learn a language, master an acrobatic move, effectively express your love and affection, and enter a new culture and adjust to their social norms in the last two years? OK, given that most every human being accomplished those tasks in their first two years of life, it nonetheless is remarkable! AmIright?
Therefore, we celebrated! Riley and I went to my brother and sister-in-laws house and we spent the day watching Elsa, my niece, halfway open gifts and eat a lot of sugar. Like we all
shouldn’t do on our Bdays, right?
The week before the party, I decided I’d make and not buy Elsa’s gift. When I told my boss what I was doing for Elsa, he first said that he once made a gift for his nephews and they destroyed it. He had spent many hours on the project… Without saying it, I felt he was saying that it would be a waste of time and my niece wouldn’t care and perhaps waste what I made.
Well, I mention that because it wasn’t about what he said, but what it made me realize. It made me realize that the gift wasn’t for me but for her. It wasn’t about me making something that people would be impressed by or praise me for or to gain my nieces affection.
It was about what it could give to my niece.
The Fun Of Finger Puppets
If my niece decides to chew and destroy the finger puppets, then so be it.
In fact, if Elsa would get the same joy that my cats did while they batted the felt animals across the house when I wasn’t paying attention to the point of eventually, either, eating, destroying, or forever hiding Mr. Pig, who has yet to be found, then golly, the girl should love them!
However, I imagined that felt finger puppets would be a great outlet for Elsa’s imagination as well as my brothers and sister-in-law’s. What I personally love most about finger puppets as toys is that to play, it requires parental or sibling involvement, and there is no better way to learn than from others interactions as well as developing your relationship with them.
So here’s to felt finger puppets; may they bring lots of funny noises and interactions to my niece and family!
BTW: Cows don’t really moo. Riley, being raised on a ranch, says they sound more like, BUUUREWWWWWWWW. Oh, and from the gut y’all.