If you’ve been following this blog you already know my daughter is nearly two years old. And as every parent decides from the day of their child’s birth, I too have decided she is a genius! But we all know most likely they aren’t. But with every successful early coincidental potty training trip, and new word they speak, and random picture they draw, we conclude that they are so ahead of their age group. Or maybe even attribute the things they do to what their natural profession will be. Like when an unborn baby kicks in the womb and everyone says “gonna be a soccer player!”. Or when they first start dancing to Disney channel music we think “she’s gonna be a performer!”. And when little ones love helping mommy in the kitchen we chalk it up to their natural ability to be a world famous chef.
But while my daughter does many things that to me are miraculous and exciting, she also brushes her hair with the vacuum cleaner attachment because she thinks it’s a brush. And she yells at our pet turtle to “sit!”. And she believes that when I kiss her boo boos that it actually heals them. She also has yet to realize that she cannot eat crayons. Because she’s a kid! And I am never disappointed by these seemingly odd behaviors.
Yes she feeds the dogs, and sweeps the floor, and recently has learned to count to three, and knows that trash goes in the wastebasket, and is the cutest thing when she blows her own nose. And all of those things are amazing as I watch her become this functioning little human! But I try to remind myself that it’s ok for her to be a kid, with wonder and imagination. It’s difficult for me to blow her cover when she is “hiding” behind the sheer see-through drapes. I love that she believes she is invisible.
I wish as adults we found as much joy and creativity in every day as she does. The things she comes up with sometimes baffle me.
When I read a book to her I point out the chicken and we both “cluck cluck” and flap our arms and she yells “chicken!”. Then dinner time comes and I say to her “let’s eat, have some of your chicken!” And her face is so confused! It’s something so simple to me and yet mind blowing to her. That chicken on the plate looks nothing like the book. And why are we eating it? And why isn’t it clucking? Screw it- ketchup please!
The innocence of her personality is so beautiful. The world is so big and scary and yet exciting! And sometimes I wonder if society has pushed us to expect too much from our “little geniuses” too soon. We are robbing them very early of imaginative play and throwing them into competitions and pageants and media and pushing them to conquer things past their age group to impress.
I’ve decided that I would like to endorse her childhood by letting her enjoy it for as long as possible. Yes obviously I will continue to teach her, and read to her, and correct her on mistakes when needed. But the next time she is using her sand bucket for a hat- it’s a HAT dammit! And for now that’s ok! It’s ok to be a kid !