Life lessons from a Cheerio
March 12, 2010Boy, n.: a noise with dirt on it. ~Not Your Average Dictionary
“Give mommy a kiss Lane”, Keely pleaded of her two year old sitting on the crumbling steps of the 100 year old home long since abandoned. “Nooooooo” Lane squirmed as he made a dash for the door. Keely fish hooked him by his back belt loop and tried again. “Pleeaaassse”. “Nooo kiss!” Lane replied, this time matter of factly. She was just about to surrender and release him back to the wild when at the last moment I saw the light flip on in Keely’s eyes. “You want some Cheerios when we get home?” Those words stopped Lane dead in his tracks. He turned to her in silence, his big blue eyes piercing her like a knife as if to say “Don’t play with my emotions woman.” ” Give mommy a kiss and you can have some Cheerios when we get home…” she assured him. I held my breathe. “Cheeeerriioos!!” Lane squealed as he turned and lunged forward throwing his arms around his mommy’s neck planting a big wet one right on her lips. In a split second Lane shot a glance toward me with this “Hey camera guy, you’re getting this right? I may need the proof later.” look on his face. I smiled. “Yeah bubba, I got it.”
Angela Schwindt, a regular Readers Digest contributor, once observed that “While we try to teach our children all about life, our children teach us what life is all about.” And today, while millions of Americans are struggling with an unstable economy and husbands and sons are invading Afghanistan, the greatest lesson learned is the importance of a single Cheerio. Want little but love lots. Oh to think what the world would be like if Cheerios were as important to us as it is to that little two year old boy…























































































