Elliot inspires me each day to learn and love more.
Wanted to write about a couple of things before I forget.
About a month ago, we were at the drive through bank line. Elliot kept asking about the "cylinder" and I wasn't really paying too much attention as I was filling things out and sending them through. Then I realize that my child doesn't ask for the "thing that sends," or "thing I put the pen back into," etc... My son asks for the "CYLINDER" that the check and money travel in!
It's so funny that I come across as bragging all the time with what Elliot does, but more so, I am just in awe of children in general (and I am biased as his mom).
Kids grasp EVERYTHING. We need to take a close look at our words and actions to see the message we are sending, as they get it ALL.
We have been loving making up songs about trains. We sing together each night and most days I can walk into a room where Elliot is singing his made up words. My heart swells. He is composing some masterful Brooks House Hits.
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This Christmas--as we do each year--we went through E's toys and picked out plenty for donation. Elliot attempts to donate EVERYTHING. This year as he tried to get rid of every last toy, I reminded him that he would not get them back--that they would go to other children who had less. He smiled and insisted on donating one of his beloved cars. I told him we needed to keep that one and he told me to "listen" and understand that he REALLY WANTED to donate it to the "poor kids."
So I did. He has not once asked for it back or felt regret. Instead, every so often he mentions donating it. He joyfully explains that now the "poor kids" are happier.
sigh... I am officially a doting mom.
What can I do? I am using this blog as a record of him each year. All moms and dads know what I know. And that is this: Our kids are our lives. Everything our kids do make out hearts--much like the Grinch's--grow 3 times as large.
Merry Christmas!
