Today I had the wonderful opportunity of spending one on one time with Anai my three year old granddaughter. Scott, Luis and Penelope were all in school and my oldest daughter Marina and my dear husband John had taken dear, sweet Emileigh to the doctor for a follow-up visit in regards to her pneumonia. That left me with Anai. Something that is rare. I generally have two of the five of my grandchildren.Anai and I started out watching Dora the Explorer and then she disappeared for a few minutes. I looked up to see Anai come into the bedroom lugging her new manicure box full of nail polishes, a nail file and pedi-pads. She wanted to paint nails. SHE is the operative word here.
"Can I paint your nails?"
Thinking about this a minute, I saw the expectant look on her cute little face and couldn't pass up "a making memories" moment. It turned out to be a " memories" moment for both of us and a sharing time that made me stop and think again about choices and changes.
As I looked at her face, I couldn't resist. I smiled at her and said, "Sure."
So the process of nail polishing began.
Anai looked at one of the many colors of polish that came in her little kit. Finally looking at me, she held up a shade of light pink.
"I like this one."
"Give me you hand."
I laid my left hand on the arm of the chair I was sitting in and she began to carefully paint my nails and fingers. Finishing this hand, she asked for my other hand. As I laid it on the arm of the chair, she decided that she didn't like the pink polish anymore. She reached into the manicure kit and pulled out a neon green and informed me that my right hand was going to be green. I'm a grandma, what was I going to say? So now I have one hand polished pink and one polished neon green.
It doesn't end there. Now she wanted to polish my toes. As she sits on the floor to meticulously polish my toes, she once again chooses light pink and begins to polish. Looking at what she has done, she is not satisfied with it. She reaches into the box, pulls out another color and polished another toe. She is still not satisfied. All the while she is mumbling to herself that " it doesn't work" one toe after the other. Finally when I have multi-colored toe nails, she is done.
Out of necessity, I need to get up. As I start to walk out of the room, she runs after me.
"Wait grandma, wait. Something doesn't look right."
As I stop, she pulls yet another color out of her little kit and repairs one of my toes. Now she is satisfied. She puts her polishes in her box, closes and locks the lids and walks off.
When I come back and sit down, she brings me the nail buffer and wants to buff my nails. She informs me that this will get all the bad stuff off.
These simple little things done in play made me stop and think again about the choices and changes we make from day to day in our lives.
The changing of the numerous nail polishes reminded me of the many choices we have every day. Anai changing from one color to the other reminded me of how once we make a choice, we have the option of choosing to change that choice for good or bad, not once, but many times because "something doesn't look right."
The nail buffer reminded me that through the process of repentance, prayer and renewing our baptismal covenant, by taking the sacrament each week, we can remove "the bad stuff" and start over again.
I am always amazed at the little things in life that remind me of the bigger picture in life.
"And a little child shall lead them".