My niece is a riot. A radiant, rascal, rambunctious four year old riot.
And she asks tough questions. Tough, troubling, tingling questions. The kind of questions a spunky four year old would ask.
So when she stared deep into my eyes and asked 'what is your favorite thing that you ever lost?' I could only give her my most sincere and deepest answer: 'Time. My favorite thing I ever lost is TIME.' Boom. Bam. Bingo. Don't we all wish we had just a little more... time?
Personally, I would have given myself a ten for that answer. An eleven. A twelve. A trophy. A Nobel prize. But this four year old riot had other plans: she frowned, rolled her eyes, and stared deeper into my eyes when she repeated: 'NO. I said THING. What is your favorite THING that you ever lost?' And my zen moment of enlightenment went to shit. Went. Withered. Wallowed. I had to stumble on an answer that would satisfy the little rascal's need. She's a material girl this one, living in a material world, and how dare I stoop down to the level of philosophy or dare I say Buddhism with this future influencer?!? Or future rocket scientist. Or future president. The future is grand for this materialista.
So I smiled back at that little devilista materiallista and talked about some made up music box that barely played music anymore but had a ballerina who twirled around even in silence. If only I could have had that music box back in my life... but alas. It's gone. Gleaned. Grifted. Truthfully, it never existed, but when a four year old riot stares into your eyes - you do what she says. You do what she says.
In April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling.
Header Art: Daniel Landerman