Storytelling
My kids LOVE to hear stories. About themselves… Boomer asks me all the time to tell me his stories. He loves to hear about the day we met, about the first day he came home and made Supergirl pee her pants, about his antics as a baby, and about why I love him so much. Supergirl always gets interested and wants to know about her stories. Which I am also happy to share. I love telling them these stories. It is a gift I can give them every day. I love that Boomer remembers them and asks for specific ones all the time. And I LOVE that every now and then he asks for a new one.
Tonight he asked me “Mom, when did you first know I was crazy?” I knew the answer to that right away. “The very first day I met you!” “How did you know?”
“Well, let’s see… The first sign came when we tried to feed you. You started screaming the instant you saw the spoon and the only time you didn’t scream was when the spoon was in your mouth. We couldn’t feed you fast enough!!! You wanted me to feed you with lightning speed. THEN you started screaming when we weren’t feeding you. You screamed and screamed until I finally laid you on the floor. And you immediately rolled all the way across the room, happy as could be. You rolled everywhere–with lightning speed–laughing the entire time. It was amazing! And THEN I tried to give you a bath. The bathtub drain didn’t have a plug so I filled the sink with water. However, the moment I put you in it the water magically went from being in the sink to being ALL OVER THE ENTIRE BATHROOM!!! You had splashed it all out the very moment your skin touched the water! I couldn’t believe it. I had to run the water 3-4 times just to get you rinsed off!”
