I'm standing in the kitchen, washing dishes (as you do) and eavesdropping on my child (also as you do) tell himself wonderful stories. There was a birthday party at preschool on Friday, complete with Goody Bags, and one of the items in said Goody Bag was a little thing of home made modeling compound (gee, thanks anonymous parent, she said with Serious Side Eye...). I'd taken it away from TLG last night due to a Naughtiness Incident, but a new day brings new chances to Make Good Choices, and so I'd given it back to him when he requested it, along with strict instructions that if it left the table it would be gone forever. (And he knows Momma Don't Play on this sort of thing.) And so I am washing dishes and eavesdropping, and he is Telling Stories to himself using his dough.
"It's a mountain! Oh no, the mountain is falling down! The bad guys knocked it down to get it out of their way! I'm a good guy! I picked it up. A new mountain is growing!" Etc, etc. And I cannot help but flash back to The Early Days of TLG (when I still referred to him as Neeps, even), when I'd be washing dishes and he'd be laying in his swing like the Tiny Larva he was, and I'd wonder what was going through his tiny little skull. I flash even further back to when I was pregnant, and having a conversation with Nathan about my Very Real Concerns regarding taking on a roommate for 18 years that we might not even like.
It turns out that I like him very much indeed, and I love hearing what's going on in his head. We take walks together, and have actual two-way conversations. This is my most favorite stage so far, but then I've said that about every stage. I do hope this upward trajectory continues.
No comments:
Post a Comment