Thursday, December 6, 2018

Bad Weather

Weeks ago, I was driving my 3-year-old home from soccer class. The snow was swirling, roads were slick, and the sky was pitch black. Layna is in the back, rambling on about how Brock (a spunky kid in class) was rude to Coach George.

Me: Layna, I need you to be quiet so Mom can focus on driving.

(Do any other parents find themselves in the habit of referring to themselves in the third person? It started as a way to encourage their first words to include me, but now it’s part of me...or part of Mom.)

Layna: Why Mom?

Me: Because the weather is bad.

Layna: *gasp* The weather is NOT bad. Mom, snow is so good! It’s beautiful. You can make snowmans and snow angels. You can go sledding and play in the snow. You can...

Me: You’re right. Snow is not bad. The roads are bad though.

How much adult perception has changed from childhood.

#perspective #schooledbymykid

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