What kids learn
Published by Deanna Hoak May 18th, 2007 in blogSo the bad thing about blogging, at least with me, is that if I go for a while without blogging, I start thinking that since it’s been so long, I’m going to have to post something really spectacular, or only something about publishing, since that’s what a lot of you folks come here for. And then all the little things I think about blogging go by the wayside because nothing seems interesting enough to justify making a post after such a drought.
But this was really spectacular to me, even if it might not be to anyone else, so I’m just going to post and get past that.
Here’s what I’d like to know: How is it that little kids learn how to tie your heart up with such beautiful ribbons?
I have a little unglassed window embrasure in the wall beside my desk (you can see it here) that looks out on the living room. My son came up to it today from the other side, peering in at me while I was working at my desk, and whispered, “Psst. Psst.” I looked over at him and said, “Yes?” and he gave me a huge sweet grin and said, “I love you.”
The whispering just made it. I don’t think he saw it somewhere; he just…knew how to make me smile. Try it for someone in your life–it’s amazing what you can learn from a four-year-old. :-)
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Heh. I known that feeling as “The Book of Kells Syndrome”. You fall behind on something, so you decide you will make up for the lateness by doing an extra good job. Little by little, you are so far behind that you would have to turn in one of the greatest works of art of all time to be even.
Your son is a sweetie!
The other day, my son leaned in very close to my ear and, in the faintest whisper he could manage, said “burp.”
It wasn’t sweet, but we laughed and laughed.
Awww….
What–he hadn’t done anything wrong, had he? *g*
How is it that little kids learn how to tie your heart up with such beautiful ribbons?
I suspect it’s a survival trait, as Jess Nevins implied. That way, you won’t kill them when they take the top off a huge container of baby powder and start shaking it all over the house. Not that I would have done any such thing as a child, he says innocently.