While we probably should have had a free lunch at home, we decided to go out to one of Elly's favourite places...you guessed it, McDonald's. We weren't able to go until quite late due to said work that wasn't going quite as smoothly or quickly as I'd hoped. But, Elly patiently waited, watching a bit of T.V. and chilling out next to me.
|Clearly not McDonald's - just a fun shot!|
Once we got the food, she eagerly went into the play area (ALWAYS my favourite place to sit!) and found a seat. We were the only ones in there, but there clearly had been a rush earlier as a number of the tables were still dirty. I gave her three choices from the clean tables available. "This one has a little wet spot, but that's okay!" she smiled as she slipped into her seat. She then gleefully pulled out her apples, chicken nuggets, chocolate milk and zooble toy. You would have thought she was enjoying Christmas dinner and opening a special gift. And she chatted away, commenting on big things and little things that many people don't even notice. It caused me to comment, "You know what's cool about God? He cares about the big things and the little things too. Nothing's too big or too little for Him." She briefly pondered this comment and then continued on, talking about her brothers and other things that made her happy. While it may sound like "excessive" talking, it wasn't. It was just fun.
As we left McDonald's, I prompted Elly to say goodbye and thank you to the woman who helped us at the register. She attempted without success two times and then scooted closer to the counter. "Goodbye and thank you!" she cheerfully echoed. "You are welcome! And thank you!" said register lady. And then Laquilla (I think that is the right name), the familiar manager, asked Elly if she would like a kiddy cone. "Hooray! A kiddy cone!" Elly said as she bopped over to the counter. Again - Christmas in May! "Tell Miss Laquilla thank you," I prompted. "Thank you, Miss Laquilla"...and then "Thank you, Miss Melanie" (aka register lady). And out she went practically skipping, just as she came in.
As I watched Eliana, admiring her confidence, her positive attitude, her desire to connect and make others feel good, her joy and delight in the simple things, her sweetness, her charisma, her innocence, and her unabashed fun, it hit me. "You know what, Eliana?" I said as I buckled her into her booster seat. "What, Mom?" she said licking the edges of her cone. "When I grow up, I want to be just like you," I said. She laughed and said, "Mom, you can't have blond hair like me!" "No, no," I said, "I want to be like you" and then told her a few things that I saw in her that I liked. Elly just grinned and started to bite her kiddy cone cone.
It is true. As I grow up...or at least grow older...I would love to be more like what I saw in Elly today, and most days, actually. And, I would love to be more like what I saw in my Grandma. It is possible. He's not finished with me yet. He's begun a good work in me and will be faithful to complete it (Phil. 1:6). I'm sure of it!
|Definitely not McDonald's! But how fun and free spirited is that?!?|