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“Um, Mom?” I heard from across the kitchen counter.
“What, Bree?” I absent-mindedly responded wiping up an egg splat on the kitchen floor.
“You said it again,” she stated.
“Said what again?”
“You said, ‘Oh, just beautiful!’ again, and I don’t think the egg crashing to the floor really was beautiful,” Breanna giggled. “And the way you said it, it didn’t sound beautiful.”
“For heaven’s sake, Bree. What are you talking about?” Throwing a questioning glance at my eleven-year old, I cracked another egg into the pancake batter. “We need to get on with our breakfast or we’ll miss out on this beautiful morning and our bike ride.”
“Mom? Does beautiful always mean pretty?” Bree’s one track mind needed an answer. “Because sometimes when you say that – ‘Oh, just beautiful!” something is really pretty, but other times you’re looking at some kind of mess.”
She finally caught my attention. I stared into her wide, brown eyes filled with mischievous sparkle.
“Like yesterday,” Bree continued, “when we were at Aunt Emma’s and we were looking at the baby’s christening gown, I heard you say so softly, ‘Oh, just beautiful! But, later when we were parking at the grocery store and that big pickup truck pulled into the spot you wanted, you said, ‘Oh, just beautiful!’ in a kind of mad voice.”
“Well, Bree, you certainly are observant today,” I replied. “I guess I say ‘Oh, just beautiful’ as a form of expression. Some people say other things … sometimes even swear words when they’re angry,” I explained. “I have just trained myself to say that rather than unpleasant words.”
“Wouldn’t it be nice if we really could find something beautiful in whatever happens?” I mused, caught up in her pondering.
“You mean like Aunt Emma and Uncle Matt’s baby?” Bree began to grasp the idea. “It’s beautiful because the young girl from California is giving them her baby because she can’t raise it, but it’s not beautiful how she got pregnant with the baby.”
“You’ve got it, Bree.” I was thrilled at her level of understanding. “Now, let us eat this really beautiful breakfast, so we can get out in the beautiful sunshine for a ride on our beautiful new bikes.” I added, “Are you up for all this beauty, Oh beautiful daughter of mine?”
Bree just laughed as she piled pancakes on her plate.
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