We had spent a few days indoors, in the dark at night, in the heat most of the day, while hurricane Irma passed over us. When it all cleared and the our street was almost dry, I offered our young daughter A… to take her to the playground, which she calls the “park”. A… is a wonderful, witty girl with special needs and a worker of miracles. The biggest one being that she was not supposed to be alive and to have turned eleven. Well, this miracle worker’s face lighted up when she heard my offer, then, moving her large dark eyes side to side, and an index finger to her temple she said a phrase I had never heard from her: I got an idea. Yes, my little one was learning to speak a lot, and in full sentences. My eyes watered.
“So, what’s your idea?” I asked.
“Umm… pollo, soda, fries!” she responded with an added devilish smirk.
Her favorite treat when we are out is for us to buy her a kid’s meal of chicken nuggets (pollo), french fries and a small soda. She has gotten so good at this that she now recognizes the facades of all the major fast food outlets, as we drive by. I said no, no way, just to the park so you can do the swings. She accepted and off we went. After climbing on the tree trunk of an uprooted giant (I held her, moved back and snapped a picture with my phone) and swinging as high as a human can for about half an hour, I uttered my familiar warning: “Five minutes!”
“No, more!” she replied.
“We have to go, A…” I said.
“More!” and her feet almost touched the sky.
“Well, come on, I will get a lollypop for you, Okay?”
“Okay!” and she started to drag her shoes on the wood chips to stop her swinging.
Off we went, driving around town, stopping at different stores. Everything was either closed, without electricity and accepting cash only, and I had my debit card and no cash. I refused to go into a supermarket and buy a bag of pops when I only offered one as a lure to get her off the swings. At one turn A… sees the familiar yellow arches and screams MC…! “Okay, pollo, soda, fries.”
At this point, seeing that I was not going anywhere in my search for a lousy lollypop, I give up and drive into this famous establishment and get my smart daughter her nuggets kid’s meal.
I drive back to the house and realize, hearing A… chew in the back seat, that the Law of Attraction is real, that the power of thought and words is real, that everything I have been reading about and preaching, does work. My daughter put it out into the Universe, expressed in a way that touched my heart, and she honed in on it as we drove.
Yeap, I definitely think it’s easy to get your way, if you don’t get in the way.
Copyright 2017 J.G. Herrera
WONDERFUL SIMPLICITIES By Author J. G. Herrera 