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    1 posts, 1 voices, 330 views, started Feb 12, 2009

    Posted on Thursday, February 12, 2009 by Denise Richardson


    • Diamond

      Frogenstein    - February 12, 2009

      Life is harsh and as parents we seek to protect our children from
      sadness for as long as possible.  

      It was one of those spring days that leads to windows opening for the
      first time. Unfortunately, a large frog managed to get stuck between the
      window and screen when I cranked the windows shut at night. The cold
      snap hit that night and in the morning my sons, ages two and four, were
      witnesses to the frozen, stuck frog. Opening the window allowed the
      frogcicle to land on the top of the air conditioner, set at floor level.
      The boys peered out at the still form. It was awful. The poor thing
      lying on its back, arms folded neatly across the chest, knees bent and
      toes crimped with cold where they had been bent around the window edge.  

      “It’s dead? What do you mean dead?” demanded Zoltan, age four.  

      I made a lame attempt at explaining saying, “It was very cold and

      “So get it a blanket, quick before a bird eats it,” he countered.  

      “Nooo!,” howled Lan, age two. “It brinked it eyes. Fick it Mom! You fick
      it, preeease!”  

      It did blink. But, fick it? fix it? O.K. it’s frozen, so we
      unfreeze it. I looked heavenward and thought aloud, “Amphibian
      resurrection really isn’t my area.” Being fresh from the shower and
      drying my hair the solution came rather naturally to mind. I began to
      blow dry the frog. Slowly, the frog unfolded. It rolled over, and
      shakily hopped off of the air conditioner and back into the yard.  

      “Yeah! Go Mom,” Lan shrieked. Big smile of relief. He hopped over. “I
      give you a frog kiss for dat one Mom.”  

      I looked up again and told the boys that we should say an extra thank
      you this evening at bedtime, for our froggie friend’s miraculous

      The lesson, if there is one aside from checking your windows for frogs,
      is that we, are in a big hurry to advance our children right out of
      their childhoods. Every influence from television to toy stores and
      teachers moves us to push them to new heights. It becomes so easy to
      forget that these little wonders are just little ones wondering. My
      theory is that they will find out about death soon enough. I would
      rather teach them about faith moving both mountains and little green

      The days of frog kisses are precious. I can use all of those that I can

      Contributed by Lisa Suhay (Copyright© Lisa Suhay)


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