Are you ready to meditate with Kari?
Make sure that you're laying down and you're all comfortable and snug and warm in your bed.
The lights are just right and everything is good to go so that you can relax your body and let go of your busy day.
Jack was laid in the bathtub trying to let go of his miserable day.
Poor Jack,
He'd had a rough day.
The first thing that happened was he tripped over a shoelace in the middle of the cafeteria while he was carrying his lunch.
He couldn't have done it before he had his lunch.
Oh no,
No,
No,
He had to do it while he was actually carrying his lunch.
And the worst thing was he had chocolate pudding.
You can imagine,
Can't you?
Chocolate pudding flying up in the air,
Splatting all over him when he landed on the ground.
It was just a nightmare.
I mean the chocolate pudding was bad enough.
He'd been craving chocolate pudding all morning and then he went and dropped it.
He was so utterly and completely upset but he was even more embarrassed than upset about the chocolate pudding.
Everyone laughed,
Thought it was super funny.
Poor Jack was just beside himself.
But you can't act embarrassed because that's even worse,
Right?
So he just stood up and kind of laughed,
Wiped the chocolate pudding off his forehead.
So funny,
So funny.
And then just kind of slunked his way over to a table.
Then later on in the day,
At recess in the afternoon,
He tripped up and scraped all the skin off his knee on the gravel.
So not only did he have crispy hair from chocolate pudding but he also had a scraped knee.
And it was a good scrape.
There was like chunks of gravel in his knee.
It wasn't pleasant when he was washing it out in the boys bathroom.
The crunchy bits of gravel were moving around in his boo boo and it was,
Oh,
It was awful.
His knee was still stinging.
You know what it's like when you have a boo boo and you get into the bathtub and it hurts even more for a few minutes?
And then eventually it's okay.
But at first the sting was real.
The sting was like an extra slap across Jack's face on how bad his day had been.
From a scale of one to ten,
Jack's day was a minus five.
He was feeling pretty darn sorry for himself.
As Jack laid back in his bath trying to relax,
Trying to let go of his horrible,
Horrific,
Embarrassing day,
He thought about what he could do to make himself feel better.
He was thinking about his finger paints that his grandma got him.
What could he draw?
I mean,
He always felt better in the bathtub anyway,
Right?
Jack loved being in the bath.
But what could he draw?
What could he paint on the white plastic wall next to the bath that would make him feel better?
Now if you know of Jack's adventures in the bathtub,
These paints aren't ordinary paints.
They're magical paints.
And everything that Jack paints comes to life just for a few seconds.
And then it normally just falls into the bathtub down below and the paints and the colors disperse into the water,
Changing the bath water from different colors,
Different shades that he's been using.
The things that he paints don't last forever.
They're just there for a couple of moments,
As real as possible he could be.
He was thinking about his chocolate pudding.
The fact that he didn't get to eat his chocolate pudding.
Maybe he could paint chocolate pudding.
But then he was thinking,
If I can paint chocolate pudding,
Then I can paint something else that's chocolaty.
It doesn't have to be chocolate pudding.
He was only settling on chocolate pudding because that's what they had at school.
If he had a choice,
He'd probably paint an absolutely ginormous chocolate chip cookie with macadamia nuts,
With white chocolate chips and milk chocolate chips.
That would be delicious.
And then he was thinking he could also draw a cow.
Because if I draw a cow,
I can milk the cow and I can have fresh milk.
So fresh that it literally just came from the cow.
Apparently,
If you drink milk and you drink raw fresh milk,
It's supposed to be a lot better for you.
That's what Jack's mom said one time.
Normally he just has pasteurized milk that's made in a bulk giant vat.
And all of the stuff that's inside it,
It's kind of pasteurized so it's cleaned.
He was thinking the sound of raw milk from a cow sounded pretty gross.
Maybe pasteurized was better.
But if he had a choice,
Because he could,
Why not try it?
Why not try raw milk right there from the cow?
Because he can paint a cow and he could probably milk the cow before it disappeared and fell into the bathtub.
That's what he was thinking.
It'd have to be fast,
Super fast.
But he was Jack.
He could do it.
Even though he was feeling pretty darn miserable about himself right now.
After the horrible day he'd had.
This would definitely cheer him up.
Lift his spirits.
Make him feel so much better.
A cookie and a glass of milk.
Who doesn't like that?
He started with the cow.
He chose black and white paints.
He even put a pink nose on the cow.
And pink inside of its ears.
It was a lovely cow.
It was quite big.
And it had big pink udders.
He made them especially big thinking that they would be full of milk.
He painted it and stood back.
And just like all the other times before,
The magic started to happen.
The cow went from being 2D flat on the wall into a real live cow.
Quickly,
Very quickly,
Jack introduced himself.
Hello,
Cow.
I'm just going to get some milk if that's okay with you.
Luckily Jack had the foresight to also paint a glass.
He started milking the cow's udders.
Squeezing and pulling,
Squeezing and pulling because it's seen on TV programs that that's what you do.
But nothing was coming out.
This is harder than it looks,
He thought.
He was also panicking,
Rushing against time because he knew that he didn't have very long before the cow would just disappear.
He slowed down though.
Took his time a little bit.
Squeezed and pulled,
Squeezed and pulled.
And after a few seconds he found a rhythm and the milk started to come.
Just like that,
As if he was turning on a tap.
It started to come out of the cow.
He put his glass underneath,
Holding it with one hand and then kept squeezing and pulling with the other hand until he filled his glass with milk.
And then as if,
Perfect timing,
The cow just melted away all the paints all at once.
The white,
The black,
The pink,
All fell into the bathtub,
Making the water seem grey and dirty down below.
He quickly drank the glass of milk but then he realized he'd not painted his cookie.
The milk disappeared and fell into the bathtub just like the cow did.
Oh,
This is,
This is,
How am I going to do this?
How am I going to paint a cookie,
Paint a cow and paint a glass and milk the cow and eat the cookie at the same time as trying to wait until I get the milk from the cow and then the cookie not disappearing before I get the milk from the cow and then,
Oh,
It was just a dilemma.
Was it even possible?
Maybe he would have to think about this and do it slightly differently.
Maybe the idea of actually milking the cow and drinking raw fresh milk was a bit too adventurous.
Maybe he could just draw a glass of milk.
He could just paint the milk but then why not paint a glass of raw milk?
Oh,
For that moment,
Right then,
When the light bulb turned on and it clicked that that's what he could have done in the first place.
Jack felt a little bit silly at first,
Which added to the shame and embarrassment of his awful day.
He was feeling pretty bad about himself.
Why couldn't I just think of drawing a glass of milk in the first place that was raw,
Not pasteurized?
Oh,
So silly.
Could he get over it quick enough?
With his left hand,
He figured it wouldn't be too hard to paint a glass with milk in it.
And then his right hand,
He could use more skill to paint a giant cookie with the nuts and the two different types of chocolate chips.
He was right handed after all,
So he figured that's what he needed to do.
He loaded up all the colors in front of him.
And then with his left hand and his right hand at the same time,
Started painting,
Quickly painting a glass of milk and a giant chocolate chip cookie.
Then when he was finished,
He dropped the paintbrushes really quickly.
The glass of milk come forward off the wall.
The cookie come forward off the wall.
He grabbed hold of the cookie.
He grabbed hold of the glass of milk.
He drank and chewed and bit and did everything all at the same time.
And then,
And then,
And then he chewed and chewed and chewed and tasted and swallowed and drank and chewed and tasted and swallowed and drank and chewed and the.
.
.
Oh,
Gone.
The paints just fell from his fingers and landed into the bathtub.
But he got a taste or two or three before it happened.
And it was the bestest chocolate chip cookie.
And his mom was right.
Raw milk is actually delicious.
It's sweeter and thicker and creamier for some reason.
He sat back down in the tub.
He laid back looking at the colors,
All kind of merging into one in the water in front of him.
It felt accomplished.
It felt better.
It felt like he was good at something.
That was painting.
And then he also remembered how lucky he was that he had these magical paints.
How many kids out there have magical paints like I do?
He thought to himself.
Only a few.
Maybe even just me.
And if that's the case,
Then I'm very grateful for my magical paints.
The gratitude that Jack started to feel filled his heart and made him feel all warm inside.
The gratitude took away the feelings of feeling sad about himself or mad at himself.
Feeling grateful felt bigger than everything else about his day.
And by the time he got out of the tub,
Jack was back to his normal,
Happy self.
Grounded and clean and fresh and balanced and all good inside once again.
Ready for another day and whatever that brings.
The end.
