Tonight was not a typical slice of life writing for me. Greyden announced at dinner that he wanted to create a book, a chapter book, with pictures and words. While I stapled computer paper together, he began pulling out coloring supplies from our marker drawer. After a few minutes of drawing, Zakariah joined in by adding colorful sketches of red and blue birds. Once Grey was satisfied with his pictures he hopped up on my lap and began to narrate tales of horrible Harry, ladies and birds. That’s the beauty of four, the ideas flow naturally, no care for word choice or repetitive sentence starters – imagination is the only requirement for a successful story. I transitioned from the story of poor Harry to transcribing a detailed description of Zak’s newly coveted game, “Angry Birds”. Cutting and pasting ideas to create one cohesive paragraph explaining the object of this exciting new game. Not the writing night I had envisioned, soooo much better than anything I had planned for myself. It’s nights like this that cause me to inhale long deep breaths of contentment. So divine!
You fully immersed me in your mom state. I miss those days! Relish them!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. You brought me back to when I was four, my aunt an art teacher. She helped me create my own version of my favorite book "Pickle Things". I wrote "Carrot Things". She even took it to work and secretly bound it for me. What a wonderful memory you created and thank you for reminding me of one of my own childhood memories!
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