My Time

My Time
Lennon just spent several months full of frenetic energy. Climbing, jumping, leaping, moving hard and fast, over, under, and around, whatever came his way.

Now we seem to be starting a new mode. Drawing, creating, experimenting. Last week we froze his small cars in an ice cube tray. Just freezing them and getting the water over them was a really big thing for a three year old. Waiting for them to freeze using a timer set on twenty minute intervals was an eternity. Melting them and watching them float and bob and slide around, another whole experience.

Yesterday he was drawing people who had pinky fingers and thumbs, muscles, and blood inside their bodies and sky all around them. Today we made paper airplanes and did test flights all over the house! I thought he would like the little ones, but he wanted them bigger and heavier, until they got so heavy one of them mostly flew in tight little circles as it fluttered down. He actually seemed to be learning from our failures as he instructed me in how to fold the next one!

Life. It goes on. These are the memories Lennon will carry of his grandmother, so different from the ones I have of mine. Of course we all spend a lot of time with him. He reads and adds and subtracts as naturally as he talks and runs and jumps. Life is just one big experience and we never know what will come up next. I try to be as open as he is, but without denying him the lessons he needs to be a good human being.

Today he wanted to do something and I said no. He asked again several times and in several rather creative ways. I was impressed, but not swayed. Finally, the whine appeared along with demands. My first thought was squash this! My second was to work through it with him, showing him how fits don’t really work and how silly they really are. By the time we got to taking turns throwing the best fits, he was in hysterics, laughing.

Time consuming, but hey, I have time.