Think of a James Bond-esque type movie.
Striding through a dense pocket of fog, backlit, is a shadowy figure - face obscured. You can tell she's wearing some kind of long satin robe, but you do not know who or what she represents. "Who are you?", you ask nervously.
"Dictory", she replies coolly. "Val E. Dictory."
Well, it's getting darn near that time of year, and in the von Bloggenschtern household, things are abuzz with the upcoming high school graduation of Duke #1.
And while many people will be quoting "Oh, the Places You'll Go" by Dr. Seuss (who, don't get me wrong, I love. A lot.), I preferred to dig into the library of children's books we've read over (and over. and over) the years, to find a more personally relevant, dog-eared copy of a book I have read to Duke 1 since he was a babe snuggled in my lap.
This book, too, deals with career choices and hopes and dreams, but is just folksy enough to make me mist up a little when I pick it up to re-read it.
Which, lately, is around every 2 days.
Today's Thoughtful Thursday comes from "He Bear, She Bear" by Stan & Jan Berenstain.
Striding through a dense pocket of fog, backlit, is a shadowy figure - face obscured. You can tell she's wearing some kind of long satin robe, but you do not know who or what she represents. "Who are you?", you ask nervously.
"Dictory", she replies coolly. "Val E. Dictory."
Well, it's getting darn near that time of year, and in the von Bloggenschtern household, things are abuzz with the upcoming high school graduation of Duke #1.
And while many people will be quoting "Oh, the Places You'll Go" by Dr. Seuss (who, don't get me wrong, I love. A lot.), I preferred to dig into the library of children's books we've read over (and over. and over) the years, to find a more personally relevant, dog-eared copy of a book I have read to Duke 1 since he was a babe snuggled in my lap.
This book, too, deals with career choices and hopes and dreams, but is just folksy enough to make me mist up a little when I pick it up to re-read it.
Which, lately, is around every 2 days.
Today's Thoughtful Thursday comes from "He Bear, She Bear" by Stan & Jan Berenstain.
"...What will we do, you and I?
I'll tell you what I'm going to try...
I may build bridges,
I may climb poles,
I may race cars,
I may dig holes,
I could be a magician,
I could go on TV,
I could study the fish who live in the sea.
I'll be a cowboy,
I'll go to the moon,
I'll feed a whale,
I'll train a baboon,
We'll fly a giant jumbo jet.
We'll build the tallest building yet.
We will jump on a trampoline.
We'll do tricks that have never been seen.
We'll tame twelve tigers...
and twenty-six fleas.
We'll do a dance on a flying trapeze.
We'll jump and dig and build and fly...
There's nothing that we cannot try.
We can do all these things you see,
whether we are he OR she.
So many things to be and do,
He Bear, She Bear,
me...and you."
I'll tell you what I'm going to try...
I may build bridges,
I may climb poles,
I may race cars,
I may dig holes,
I could be a magician,
I could go on TV,
I could study the fish who live in the sea.
I'll be a cowboy,
I'll go to the moon,
I'll feed a whale,
I'll train a baboon,
We'll fly a giant jumbo jet.
We'll build the tallest building yet.
We will jump on a trampoline.
We'll do tricks that have never been seen.
We'll tame twelve tigers...
and twenty-six fleas.
We'll do a dance on a flying trapeze.
We'll jump and dig and build and fly...
There's nothing that we cannot try.
We can do all these things you see,
whether we are he OR she.
So many things to be and do,
He Bear, She Bear,
me...and you."
4 comments:
Simple, charming and oh so endearing. I love it. I have been a sucker for Dr. Seuss type books since getting hooked on one fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish at the ripe old age of 4.
Some things you just don't outgrow!
Thanks!
Countess AG: I just couldn't help myself.
Plus, I have had NO time to round up something adult. Next week, perhaps...
So sweet. I wish they would sit and let us read to them now...
Countess MPM: Don't think I haven't tried. Thus ensued a lot of eye-rolling and sighing. So ungrateful.
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