When you become a parent, life is pretty much repetitious…
Things are guaranteed –like you know you’ll always find a cheerio somewhere on
the floor.
When I hear silence for a few minutes, I know I’ll walk into
my children’s play room expecting to see my daughter reading, with 50+ books
piled around her and an empty shelf in the background. I’ve seen this image thousands
of times -it’s as predictable as the sun rise.
However, this time I see her sitting, diligently working on
a lacing craft -Very unexpected.
In my household, the statement, if my child is quiet they’re
doing something wrong, does not hold truth. If there is quiet, it usually means
my daughter is being creative or participating in some kind of play.
It is strange to me how much she has changed so far. How her
interest and likes unravel into something completely different. She might not
be the same child who reads for hours, but she is turning into a girl who loves
playing pretend preschool, crafts, tea parties, and play-doh. She is a girl who
is entering into a whole new chapter in her life… A preschooler.
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