Category: Writing, Reading, Life
I love my kids.
The other day, my son was sitting on the couch coloring on my Kindle while I was cleaning. I was taking a break, standing in the doorway watching him. He looks up at me, light in his eyes, and grabs my hand pulling me over to sit with him on the couch. He then proceeds to tell me all about what he was coloring a full blown story about a bear named WALL-E. There was a cub there as well. Named Eve. He told me about the house they lived in. He told me about their robot friend (Iron Giant). It was a constant “And then. And then. And then.” Coming from his little mouth. And I loved every minute of it. If I could bottle the light in his eyes from telling a story to Mommy, his gigantic imagination working in overdrive, I would be rich.
Precious likes telling stories too. She’s going to be a Cartoonist though=) She draws pictures and then brings them to me so she can dictate the story to me=) Here is a recent example:
|She’s only 5. Kitties are her life…
And, apparently, food is too.
When we’re young, our worlds start small, but our imagination runs ahead of us, preparing us for life to come. If we use it, if we encourage it, there are no limits to what we can achieve.