I enjoy this part of being mother of twins. They are both in the same precocious exploratory phase, finally turning into people. I can’t believe they’ll be four so soon.
When I got home from work, Babygirl greeted me at the door, chirping about going on an adventure. “Mama, I know! Today just feels like a great day for adventuring!” By “adventuring,” she meant taking a walk to the end of our block and back. I obliged, and along the way Babygirl, Littleboy, and I investigated the manifold wonders of cacti, fire hydrants, and stones.
As we walked the tenth of a mile, I thought back to my memories of an enormous valley behind my childhood home, which turned out to be less than four feet deep upon adult revisitation. Our “adventuring” today must have seemed miles to their tiny feet.
Later, when I was rocking Littleboy in preparation for bed, he requested a story: “Mama, can you tell me the story of the Boston Tea Party?”
Er… How about Peter Rabbit? No? Well, okay.
“Once upon a time, the people who lived in America were called colonists and their boss was named King George. They didn’t like King George because he wanted them to give him their money—”
“Was King George an Indian with feathers?”
“No, he was an Englishman, like Jack and the Beanstalk and ‘I’ll grind his bones to make my bread.’”
Those little minds make my day. 15 months ago