One thing I love about being a parent is the novelty of everything. All the firsts in my daughter’s life thrill me more than I ever knew they would.
I’m a novelty seeker by nature. And, having moved from Manhattan to Westchester County, I wondered if it would be more challenging to satisfy my craving for novelty. In the city, passersby put on a surprising show accompanied by an original score in a stimulating theater in-the-round. In the suburbs, you do have to seek out more social interaction because you’re not bumping off each other like molecules. I find that novel experiences can be created every day.
Today I took my 18-month-old to story time at Voracious Reader. Adela fell in love with a new book, Pete the Cat.
I sampled a tea unlike any I had tasted before. Here’s an accurate description of this unusually strong, smoky tea called Lapsang Souchong Butterfly:
“A wonderful smooth and crisp tasting tea that produces an amazing aroma of smokey pine fires. An acquired taste for some, depending on your palate, but if you like Lapsang Souchong, we feel sure you’ll enjoy this special tea from Fujian Province, China.”
I asked for the tea because I liked the sound of its name. The barista offered to let me smell the dry leaves. One whiff of this aromatic tea and I knew I had to try it. When I went ahead and ordered it, she said, “Oh, you’re a tea drinker.” That told me this sample wasn’t for the faint of heart. I’m tasting it on a crisp, autumn morning and it’s like drinking in the scene. The experience is like swallowing a campfire. I added honey to offset the woodsy flavor.
At 37, as I have throughout my life, I’m experiencing the world as a sensual, sensory playground. Having a child has reawakened my awareness, but I think I’ve always been hypersensitive to smells, sounds, light, and the corporeal pleasures.
My last post included pictures of our daughter frolicking near a New England Aster bush. Aster flowers attract bees… and babies, apparently.
I thought it was wonderful to watch my daughter tickle and kiss the bees. My husband thought otherwise. I’m not afraid of bees. I used to catch them, along with grasshoppers and butterflies, when I was little. Kids have a native fearlessness. Fear of insects is largely culturally conditioned. Adela will develop sensibility along the way. Watching the bees with Adela allows me to express my childlike fascination with nature. We’re both staring slack-jawed at the swarm, curiously observing its unpredictable movements.
Look closely at her hand on the glass--there's a BEE between her thumb and forefinger.
Touching the bees
Kissing the bees
Tickling the bees
Do you notice the bee flying next to her head and the one behind her, too?