Get Listed: Landslide Month
Reflecting on celebrations and milestones in the Garden
Also posted at d’Verse poets for Open Link Night
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Extraordinary Birthday
I sit here, feet up,
With a cup of tea
Just reflecting on the
Little things that become special
Little things like a wolf puppet
Who came to life two years ago
When a rebellious three year-old
Refused to take her vitamins
And the wolf (who shall be
Named Wolfie Scalliwag) spoke
Up and said, “ I don’t think you are
Behaving.” And that sweet child paused,
Then readily took those vitamins
Every year we celebrate that day –
Wolfie’s birthday
And I wonder, as the years unfold,
How many birthdays we’ll celebrate
Until the child is no longer charmed
By Wolfie Scalliwag – wolf puppet
Extraordinaire
I suspect you will always be charmed by Wolfie Scalliwag (as am I), as that decoy toy that helped get you through the terrible two’s. Some day when Wolfie no longer charms your child, your story will remain….charming as it is:) What a sweet memory. Keep the puppet! Keep talking about it.
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Oh, for sure. I just mailed Wolfie’s birthday card today since I can’t be there for his birthday this year 😉
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this is just gorgeous stuff
much love…
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Thanks!
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Oh my goodness, this is so much fun! I really love more child-like story poems. The ending sure had me smiling. Well, it all did — so totally adorable. 🙂
And thanks for the reminder to take my vitamins (and drink more water, since we’re on the subject).
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Thanks so much! 🤗
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What a lovely story and I hope you will be able to celebrate Wolfie Scallywags birthday a little longer, it sounds like so much fun! :o)
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That’s a great name, Wolfie Scalliwag!, and such a sweet story!
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A name only a child could conjure up!
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😊
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Why should we cease to celebrate a birthday… we can make another tomorrow.
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Nice tale of Wolfie’s birthday It probably won’t last long.
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This takes me back to my own childhood…I was a fussy eater, so whenever I was being particularly stubborn they would call my grandpa in and he would take a spoonful of something and hold it in front of me and tell me it was “alligator meat.” I have no idea of why the thought of that was so enticing, but I would eat it right up! Now I’m a vegetarian 🙂
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Well, no wonder. After eating alligator meat in your childhood 😉
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Cheers to the celebration!
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Such a sweet story wrapped up in poetry. What a wonderful way to encourage that child. Wish it would have worked with the elderly back when I was nursing.
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Oh, that’s a different kind of stubborn, I think 😉
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Wolfie Scalliwag will still be around when your child is 40, just as Angie Angel, the stuffed pillow doll my daughter got when she was 4 is still on her bed, quite shopworn, but a reminder of innocence.
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This is absolutely delightful. I know that my children and grandchildren rue the days they foolishly discarded loved stuffed toy companions. When I realised that I had left my own scruffy stuffed monkey behind when we moved house in 1946 and didn’t remember him until a year or two later I was quite bereft!
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Thanks!
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This is such a sweet story! 🙂 I hope you will be able to celebrate Wolfie Scallywags birthday a little longer.
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Cherish these times and these memories. Beautiful poem.
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Thanks. I have pictures from last years party. Unfortunately, I won’t make it to GA this year, but I did send a card 😉
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Enjoy it now, and mention it in years to come. You never know.
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Wonderful. I didn’t have a Wolfie Scalliwags but instead there was Tiger – a stuffed tiger I loved. After all these years, I can remember my mother inducing me to take medicine or eat spinach with that tiger in her hands. I hope your young one will always remember. This is just a delightful poem and story.
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Thanks 🙂
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How sweet! I could see it all playing out … even the look on the face.
Dwight
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I love this sweet story, and might borrow this idea when my resident eight year old grows owlie at the idea of doing his school work, lol.
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Such a lovely story. Wolfie Scalliwag becomes a family myth and who knows how many generations will eat upon his command.
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What a fun, sweet experience. This makes me smile and feel a bit melancholy at the same time.
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Wonderful sadness with time passing.
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Imagination… makes childhood special indeed
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