To the left of my house is my mom's house. (It's dreamy- and yes I know how lucky I am!) To the right is an empty lot. It's looked like this- with a few inches of water.
When Spring came and the frogs came out from hibernation- we found hundreds of tadpoles in our little "pond".
Every day we checked on them. We watched them grow and swim and feed on the moss. We read books about tadpoles and frogs and learned they are also called "polliwogs."
The pond started to shrink because it didn't rain for awhile. So Jackson would pray for rain. And it would rain. (Kid you not.)
Yesterday after I got out of the shower, I saw this:
Now what would you tell your child?
I watched the bulldozer scoop up the water and carry it to another pond. A big beautiful pond with lots of water, where they could grow up to be frogs and live a happy life.
Can't childhood just be a little magical?
When have you lied or stretched the truth for your kids?