The Little Spoon

Guest Post

By TJ Garvin

Every night my daughter asks my wife and I to sing her “our” song.  

For my wife that song is short and simple and all about Reagan, a sweet made up song that basically says my daughter is crazy – but in a sweet loving bed time song.  My song choice for some reason is “Favorite Things” from the sound of music.   This is a song that no matter how many times I sing it I need to search the web for the lyrics.   She loves the line “snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes”.

It’s freaken adorable.  

Tonight, the song got me thinking about my favorite things.  

…Oh how I miss my favorite things.  

Like the eating cereal with an adult size spoon and not a tiny baby spoon.  Why is it and how did this happen that 2 grown adults who only 4 years ago had zero children and entire drawer of big spoons now only possess little spoons? 

I am a big dude. 6,1 218 lbs to be exact.  I like eating a lot of cereal or ice cream in large adult size bites. In fact, eating peanut butter cup ice cream with a giant spoon is one of my favorite things to do.

How does this happen?  I can’t be the only parent out there just wants a large adult sized spoon?  

Better yet, at this point, I would even be willing to take a small spoon that is still in its original shape and does not look like it was stuck into a pencil sharpener and then bent with a pair of plyers, then re bent back in the other direction by my wife to try and make the spoon look half way decent.  

Guests come over and are like what happened to your spoons? Do you guys want a gift card or something?  

All things considering I wrote an ode to my big spoon and my other favorite things which will also be featured in an upcoming video as soon as I have the time to lose 10 lbs and learn how to sing.  

My Favorite Things: 
A large spoon to eat ice cream with chocolate and peanut butter,
Children asleep so I can try and make love to their mother,
The sound of screaming babies who won’t change out of their fairy wings… 
These are a few of my favorite things. 

Saturday mornings and we are sleeping till noon, 
Drinking tequila under the stars…we won’t be home soon,
Wild weekends away and who knows what they’ll bring…
These are a few of my favorite things.

Cooking without throwing eggs and pointless crying, 
Playing with toys without the fear of someone dying, 
Power wheels with children driving straight into swings… 
These are a few of my favorite things.  

When the crying stops,
When the pooping ends,
When I’m feeling sad ,
I’ll simply remember a few of my favorite things… 
Then I don’t feel so bad.

Needless to say, singing this song to my daughter is something I will remember and cherish forever and I can only hope she does as well.  I’m not sure how much of what I leave her with will be special, but if there’s anything I can teach her at this early age – it is that when she is sad or things are going her way, think of all the positive and happy things in her life to be great full for.   

When I am sad I simply think of her little face, and Then I don’t feel so bad.