Pieces of Peace

Yesterday was Pinwheels For Peace and Girlchild’s school. For weeks before she had been learning Don’t Worry, Be Happy in her music class. While I was a bit disappointed that the kids were focusing on Bobby McFerrin songs in school, it made loads more sense later on. They also practiced Somewhere Over the Rainbow, and spent days making the perfect paper pinwheels with bright colored pencils.

Apparently this is an annual event at Girlchild’s school, but seeing as she was a kindergartener last year, we on the parenting staff didn’t see much hype and skipped the event. This year, I had nothing going on at that time and chose to attend. This year, Girlchild chose to be ALL IN. On the eve of PFP, Girlchild agonized on the most peace sign covered outfit she could find. The shirt covered in symbols was too hot, the cooler shirt only had one peace sign which was hard to see. Alas, she owed no peace pants.

Thus, her adoring mother saved the day by improvising. I suggested we draw some peace signs on her cheek or hand. Girlchild leapt so fast at this idea we had to back pedal furiously to keep her from catching the bus fully tatted up. She chose to tattoo both cheeks with red Sharpie peace signs, and after Captain Schenanigans witnessed me drawing one on her lunch napkin the night before, he took over all body art. Girlchild also requested one symbol on her thigh, and a heart shaped peace sign on her shoulder. Manchild received a lopsided plain heart on his shoulder from Girlchild, but refused to let me write “Mom” in it.

At 2:45pm on Friday 3-4 dozen parents crowded into the shaded portion of a small  hill at the school, and waited for the next 20 minutes while the entire school assembled themselves on a giant spray painted peace sign in the grass. They stuck their pinwheels in the ground and we all sang Don’t Worry, Be Happy and Somewhere Over The Rainbow with gusto. Well, most of us. The new immigrant families were just happy to be there, and Manchild was less than happy to be there, and even less peaceful. In fact, the mother of the 2yr old boy he was sword fighting with, using sticks, was definitely NOT peace-filled.

While Manchild may not be a peace maker, per say, he does give other people plenty of opportunities to practice their own peace making skills. For example, this afternoon there was a major squabble over who got to use the Lysol spray bottle first to do their chores. Personally, I loved the fact that my children were fighting over cleaning supplies. But in an effort to protect Girlchild’s vision, I intervened before things got ugly.

Following the cleaning supply spat came the NoYouCan’tUseTheCleanBathroom brawl. Girlchild had finished her chore of cleaning the bathroom just as Nature called upon Manchild. Seeing as her freshly cleaned bathroom floor was still drying, Girlchild became the Bouncer of the Bathroom and denied access to her little brother. “Then I’ll just have to clean it again!” was her sharp, shrill logic.

Captain Shenanigan’s logic was based on the quick puddling tendencies of a boy with lazy bathroom habits, and Manchild was quickly shuffled off to the basement bathroom.

Ahhh… to have someone else in this house fight for cleanliness beside me. So nice to hear. It made me laugh out loud actually, and stay out of it when I heard the spat. I thought she was talking to her dad, not her brother, from where I was!

But sometimes it takes plowing through a little ruckus to get to the peaceful side of the situation. At this moment, both kids are styling My Little Ponies on Captain Shenanigans iPad together. The calm after the storm, with a faint whiff of Lysol dancing on the air. It’s beautiful, really.

So keep praying for peace, make pinwheels if you like, and if your effort includes nothing else, don’t spray you sister in the eyes with Lysol, That’s more anti-peace making!



      Manchild attending Pinwheels for Peace incognito.



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