As I was slowly waking up I heard tiny footsteps outside my door. The instant I called FINLEY she turned the knob and came running in my room, puzzle in hand. “Play this!” she pled with a big smile. As soon as I could pry my eyes all the way open, I sat up and pulled her close. We found a “board” to build the puzzle on and set to work.
We built one of a lamb and a bumble bee, and one of Winnie the Pooh and hmmmmm....... a bumble bee. It seems, from my admittedly limited research that children’s puzzle makers find bumble bees an appropriate “filler” so to speak.
I, however, find it quite odd that anyone would come to the conclusion that this is the best choice. Can you just imagine the train of thought........”blank space, hmmm... a dragonfly, no, oh maybe a cute ladybug, no. What about a sweet little butterfly, eww, definitely not. I know, let’s slap a smile on a bumble bee and paint that in. Perfect!” Let’s just teach kids that these yellow and black stripped creatures are nice, smiley and sweet and that you should go up to them and try to pet them. Thank you - puzzle makers, could you come hold my crying child as she screams from her bee sting.
Again, rabbit trail. Deal.
The hour we spent building and tearing apart puzzles ended in a big tickle fight and once again trying to teach a 3 year old the importance of cleaning up after she is done playing. Ahhhhh, motherhood.
Precious moments in the midst of incredible pain. I cherish each little one.