So here’s an interesting twist: my four-year-old daughter has become obsessed with Buddha. Why? How? I don’t know, but it’s pretty cute and adorable. There is a documentary about Buddha, narrated by Richard Gere, available on Netflix streaming and she has watched it at least three times now. Last night we were watching it yet again, and when the His Holiness Dalai Lama appeared on screen, she turned to me and said, “Mommy, that’s the Dalai Lama.”
Yeah. My pre-schooler knows who the Dalai Lama is! ADMIT IT, I WIN.
We also watched another documentary called The Giant Buddhas, which was a depressing look at the destruction of the Bamyan Buddhas in Afghanistan in 2001. Wow, what a downer. The Bean fell asleep during that one, and I was glad. It was just too sad.
Anyway, I have taught her how to say “om” and she loves for me to tell her stories about how Siddhartha became the Buddha and taught about the Noble Truths and so forth. I guess we’ll have to rent Little Buddha from Netflix (it’s not available on streaming) next. She’ll love it. She wants me to put the large golden Buddha that resides in my office in her room, but I have hesitated, mostly because he’s made out of plaster and sort of delicate. I guess I’ll try to find her something sturdier, but in the mean time I gave her my Squeezing Soft Buddha from J-List.
I’m sure this is a temporary obsession, but I can’t help but be tickled by it. I’ve been really into Buddhism for over 20 years now but never said anything to Veronica about it. I know she’s really too young to understand the spiritual aspect of it, for her it’s more about the imagery and the fun stories. Still, it’s kind of cool — and definitely preferable to her brief obsession with documentaries about the Dark Ages. I’ll take explaining meditation over describing the Plague any day.