The Pondering Grapefruit
a blog of moments and musings
I realize I haven't posted anything in a very long time. This is because I was applying to medical schools. 30 of them. That, in addition to finding a job, took up most of my time in July, and that is why I haven't posted. But now, all my secondaries are done, and I have a job, so I can start blogging again. Moderation is the hardest thing to achieve.
This story is about my niece. A week ago, my sister's three kids and her sister in law's child came over to my house for babysitting. They were four, five, six, and eight years old. I love kids and played many different games with them. I had these glow in the dark stars in my room which I wanted to give to each child. The problem was there were only fifteen stars to divide among four kids. On top of that, some were bigger, and some were smaller.
I asked the kids to divide the stars among themselves, and with a bit of guidance from me, we had almost reached a resolution to divide the stars fairly. Observing the children, I saw how each of them had such different personalities already. The oldest one wanted the stars, but he also wanted to be just. The youngest two were greedier--the type that would fail the marshmallow test. But my niece, who is the middle child, had the most astonishing reaction.
When we almost finished divvying up the stars, she suddenly stood up and said, politely, "I don't want these stars anymore." Mind you, she is only six years old. She then got up on the bed and started playing with my giant stuffed plushie axolotl, Harold.
Incredulous, I asked her, "Nhi, do you really not want the stars?"
She replied, "I want nothing! I'm happy playing with this pink mumble mumble."
The other kids soon split up her portion of the stars, and that was that. But I remained very touched by my niece's actions. You could say it was very zen of her, very mindful, and incredibly wise. At such a young age, she knew what made her happy, and she could identity when she no longer wants something.
That is something that I, an almost adult, have so much difficulty with, and I'm sure many other older people do as well. Every time I see Harold now, I think of my niece, and how she was content to just hug him and be happy. So every night, I hug Harold, and realizing that I don't need much else, I am happy.
About this Blog
I have no idea how to describe what my writing is about. I just write. I post when I can, which can be weekly or monthly depending on where the universe is taking me. As for the Grapefruit, my Vietnamese nickname, Buoi, means grapefruit.