Abbie is knee high to a grasshopper but she is powered with natural energy (Solar, I think!). She never walks; she darts, runs, hops, or skips. She sings and hums and is always busy. Then she sees a bug and stops dead in her tracks. She calls for someone to watch it while she makes a quick dash to get her magnify glass and bug catcher.
Watching the bug is a very important job and you must be sure to tell the bug to stay still until Abbie returns. You must not take your eyes off it and you should sing to it to make it want to stay. The bug is duly encased into the bug catcher, examined, talked to (usually told how much it is loved), discussed, shown to everyone, then dutifully released at the spot where it was found. All other bugs found that day are the original bugs Mum or Dad, brother or sister, cousin, Aunt or Uncle, Nan or Pop! More often or not, Abbie picks a little flower to put next to each bug to make them happy and to thank them for letting us play in their garden.
One afternoon, after a shower of rain, the front lawn was covered with snails. Abbie named and said goodbye to each one and farewelled them with a sprinkling of flower petals. Her Mum had to wait fifteen minutes while this ritual was performed before they could leave to go home!
It's these moments that remind me that it is the little things in life that are important.
This story has been kindly shared by Meredith Glistenti a Family Day Care Educator in Cockburn.