After becoming a parent of a “first grader” last week, and watching my kiddos grow exponentially before my eyes, I find myself cherishing the ‘kid’ in them.
I relish the innocence,
the care-free lifestyle,
being able to poop in a public restroom without worry, and even sing while doing it (witnessed this last weekend),
saving water bottle caps to use them as tables for trinkets you treasure,
playing dress-up and shooting toy guns out the window while driving down the liberal streets of Davis (and not get arrested),
becoming instant friends with fellow people your size,
having sandwiches in the shape of hearts and love notes in your lunchbox,
and believing in the impossible.
I am blessed with two creative children who’s imaginations are infectious.
I can’t help but foster their beliefs of mythical creatures like unicorns, fairies, dragons, the tooth fairy, elves, mermaids, and vampires.
Isn’t it wonderful to be a kid?
I honestly still think of myself as one. I am waiting for the day, when I don’t.
My daughter offers me many challenges, with her ever-so-unpredictable moods and rude behaviors, but what I appreciate so much about her and her “kookiness”, is her creativity and her passion for her beliefs. Rational or not.
Since then, we have moved it into the backyard and the size has significantly increased.
and now, after several attempts to plant fresh flowers (and watch them die), we took a trip to the Dollar Store to plant “fake” flowers (her genius idea).
You may have noticed, the previous fence, like its dying flower cohorts, did not withstand the test of time. So, it has now been replaced with a Popsicle stick masterpiece.
Again, her idea.
I think my favorite is her sign that reads, ” Welcome Fairies to the Fairy Garden.”
Because her beliefs and creativity are so infectious, my mom’s boyfriend, jumped on the “fairy” bandwagon, so to speak, and found a website that caters to it.
He bought her the travel trailer and a lot of other adorable pieces to complete the “trailer lifestyle.” It created the story of the traveling fairy, “Nettle” that was trying to find her permanent home.
Last night, Nettle decided to make our garden, her permanent residence, with another generous and adorable purchase from Gene (my mom’s boyfriend).
This morning when my daughter woke up, it was the first thing she noticed.
She was beaming!
Last night, after some typical night time routine arguing, and parental yelling, I put the house out in the garden. My hubby said, “Why are you rewarding her behavior?”
My reply, “It is not about rewarding, it is about believing!”
He couldn’t argue with that.
All the chaos, crappy things that happen during the day, yelling, defiance, and stress, all goes away with believing.
I believe in letting my kids be kids, for as long as they’ll let me.
What more can you ask for?