I ran into a former colleague the other day. She was delighted to tell me that her son had just taken his first steps, and I was delighted for her. First steps, first tooth, first words – all things we typically put in the Baby Book – if we ever bothered to buy one.
I never bought a Baby Book for K, and it wasn’t because the books typically available at the time were more suited to biological children. I didn’t buy one because I knew I’d never get around to filling it out and I didn’t want to feel guilty about it. We took plenty of pictures and put them in albums but there were no firsts documented here. I remember most of the big stuff. First steps – nine months. First tooth – four months. First word – “light” or maybe it was “hat”?
But now that K is about to turn 13, I propose a book with different categories to document a childhood.
Would be really funny if your kid said it instead of mine
K was probably 4 and I was disciplining her for something. She was really upset with me and stomped up the stairs to her room. She reached the top of the stairs, turned around and said, “You’re so mean, even your clothes are mean!”
Ouch! My clothes were mean? What the heck?
Independence appropriate for a young adult but challenging in a three year old
One day when K was 3, she was playing in her room while I folded clothes in the room next to hers. I heard a thump, thump, thump and ran in. K had set up a series of boxes, each one taller and less stable than the one before and was jumping from box to box. I told her to stop because she was being unsafe. K responded, “I’m being a frog, Mom” and jumped again. I crouched down and looked her in the eyes. “I can see that, but when I tell you something is unsafe, you have to listen to me.” K looked back into my eyes, put her hand on my shoulder and said kindly, “I do listen to you, Mom, but sometimes, I have to listen to me.”
K, here’s hoping that you remember to listen to yourself when you know the people around you are heading down the wrong path.
Can’t decide if it’s scary or funny
The Lego creation had been set up for several days in the family room. I told 5 year old K that it was time to put it away. She said, “God told me that we should keep it here.” I replied “Really? Well God told ME that it was time to put it away.” (Okay, I’m not particularly proud of my response here, but I was a little startled that K had brought God into the discussion. Although we were occasional church goers, God had never been used as a referee before). In a voice much older and wiser than her years, K responded “He doesn’t talk to you Mom. He only talks to me.”
The Lego creation ended up in her bedroom and I slept a little less soundly for a while after than one.
Other categories that come to mind – “Non-Halloween uses for costumes,” “Loud and inappropriate commentary on strangers in crowded places,” and “Creative reasons to avoid bedtime.” The potential is endless here. I’d love to hear the stories you’d put in these categories! Share them with us in the comments section.