After just Eight years of this parenting gig, I have become that weepy nostalgic mom.
The toddler was pulling all the books off the shelf again, and an old favourite fell out.
One look at this baby sent me back in time to when bid kid (almost 8) could potty-talk a blue streak, and write a book about it (ok, ok, he probably still could). As I read his hysterical 3 year old prose, I caught myself thinking, “Where did the time go?”
We all hear the grandmas in the grocery store, warning us of how quickly it all passes by, urging us to enjoy these years while they last and to take lots of pictures, but I’d like to add one more admonition to the list: Make books with them.
Our kids say hilarious, and sometimes profound things. We think we’ll remember, we may even scribble a few things down from time to time, but we often push it aside, and then forget.
Do your future self a favour and record your kid’s creative juices. You don’t have to get fancy about it; just some folded paper, staples, and a pen will do. Ask them to tell you a story. Besides hearing a thrilling tale, you’ll get a peek into their world. What is soooooo funny to them right now? What are they thinking about? I recently learned that my four year old believes aliens exist; they are astronauts that took off their helmets in space. Huh.
Big kid prefers to write on the computer now, and the stories usually involve magic dragons. I love the passion he puts into his dictation as I type and I know I’ll be weeping over these gems soon enough.