Stories

Trenton just loves it when I make up stories. And I love that he is silently listening, his little ears hanging on every word that I speak. I can't say these stories are amazing, or world changing, but he does love them. And the best part is making him the star character. I mean...who doesn't want to be the star of the story? And as we ramble along the plot line I let Trenton throw in some idea's about where the story goes. Current theme: Trenton and his dog Pluto (who is very much like Kelso). I sometimes find myself at night, exhausted and eager to tuck him in quickly, and get on to my own list of things. But every time I seize the opportunity I am truly thankful for all the precious moments I have been given. (I hope to remember that the next time I ask him to do something and he looks at me and defiantly and says no). Ah...all the joys of parenting.

Memories

Parenting. Well...it's not for the weak of mind, will or heart. It will stretch you, hurt you, make you laugh, cry, ache and feel love. And my little one is only four.

I think there are lots of models, wrong ones, right ones, in between ones. And we need all the models to get all the different types of people that make the world go round. Lately I've been having all these memories of my own childhood. They are all soft and sweet and full of wonder. Wonder. Wonder. I loved that sense of wonder. I see that sense of wonder in my own child, and I can't stop the train of "destruction", but at the same time I want to fuel his fire of wonder. So that he will not be dismayed by the corrupt world around him, but instead be inspired, energized and wonderous enough to create goodness for himself and all those around him.

So, tomorrow, we will go to a park, and fly paper airplanes (in which I will no doubt make awesome ones in a four year olds eyes, but not perhaps in anyone other persons eyes). I think after that we shall go for a hike and listen for all the different birds and make up names for them (this will have to be another day, because, alas, I have to work and live in "reality"). I hope that in that not only will Trenton's sense of wonder be fueled, but that I may to rediscover the sense of wonder I knew I once had.