My six year old niece is into fairies and forests and magic, just as I remember being at that age. And one of my small handful of good memories involves my oldest sister leaving me presents like coloring pages after I would leave fairies presents like colored-in coloring pages. It didn’t last long and I knew it was her, but it was nice.
I was thinking about that the other day as I assisted the 6 year old in making and delivering fairy presents etc. It was almost nice to recognize that there’s something of my childhood worth recreating.
After we got back to the house, we were sitting on the couch talking when a cat knocked over a glass a water the child had left out and my husband’s large voice boomed down to inform us and request towels. Had we still been in my childhood, the large voice would have been filled with anger and I would have been beaten for leaving a glass of water out and also accused of doing it maliciously so it would spill and create a mess. Then a bit later the innocent child asked for another glass of water and seriously said, “but not to spill.” I laughed. My adults wouldn’t have laughed but would have beaten me again for being a smart mouth.
I don’t know the point in this story – it just felt poignant as it happened.
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