April Love

We began our late winter do-over with a dirty ceramic bowl during a too-much snowstorm. Well, no, obviously that's not where this rebirth story begins but neither is a cream-colored and clean bowl where this story ends. Anyway, I look at Matilda's mac and cheese bowl from the RaggedyAnn frosty night before while an early morning April Fool's snow blanket arises perfectly peacefully majestically and really too wetly outside our kitchen windows. I wash his late night and lunch-time dishes all the time, with grateful precision. Not all the time, but frequently, poignantly, yet he washes his dishes without touching Matilda's or mine. Why would our Cooperative WinWin Gamer not see how inappropriately WinLose this is? Never mind about disrespectful and possibly selfish. How does this lack of awareness betray us, a more or less functional resilient cooperative health service unit? What does this mean and what is his message through medium of round crusty artifact? I do his dishes because I'm washing dirty dishes so I don't have to look at them, or smell them, and so they don't attract pests when they are not well rinsed by RaggedyAnn feisty nubian princess. Is this because I am a responsible adult and a parent of hurt children? And he is not? And, if so, then why would our WinWin Gamer assume it's OK to not act like a responsible young adult and Cooperative Gaming Sibling? Facilitator, both teacher and regenerational student of healthy resilient life-skills. Is this message ageist, and/or anti-parental? Downsides of Peter Panism, Eastern Innocence without strong ecocentrically mature roots, yet. So I asked him about why leaving dirty bowls is OK for him regardless of who started it. And we talked cooperatively WinWin together about why they aren't so great for me, and possibly us. That helped us both to see ourselves and each other in some ways newborn clean bowl differently. It was about then this magical early spring snowstorm faded toward partly sunny and shoulder-warmer.