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Lessons Learned from Pete the Cat



If you have a younger child, you have probably heard of the Pete the Cat books. There are several; I Love My White Shoes, Rocking in My School Shoes, and Pete the Cat and His Four Groovy Buttons. Watch the below video if you have never heard of Pete the Cat. I bet you will be signing along by the end.




And if you liked that go here and here for the other two! No, really, you have to watch them!!

To give you a synopsis of all of the books, basically things happen to Pete. In adult terms, life happens to Pete. He steps in things, he encounters new, crazy situations, and he loses things. But, the question is asked, "Does Pete cry/worry, etc?" The answer always is, "Goodness No." Because, after all Pete is a cool cat and everything is groovy.

Well, this funky cat got me thinking and I began to wonder if my kids would yell out "Goodness, No." When asked, "Did Mom worry?" Or "Did Mom cry?" or "Did Mom get stressed?" Now, I know that there are times when my kids should see me worry or cry or even get a little stressed, but is that my main mode of operation or am I like Pete the Cat, just strolling along, singing my song?

You see, in all of these books Pete focused on the good things, he did not focus on the one lost button, he sung about the other groovy buttons he still had. When he stepped in things that "ruined" his brand new white shoes, he sung about how he loved his cool new colored shoes. He was thankful for what he had and he was cool with whatever happened.

" . . . because its all good"

I want to be more like Pete the Cat!
(He really is profound for a cat!)

Comments

  1. We love Pete around here, and he's been really good for my boys. But this is the first time I've thought about the moral in the context of ME. So good and definitely food for thought! Thanks!

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