daydreaming
I daydream a lot. It's a way to keep my mind occupied when I'm reading the same story for the fifth time in a row or washing dishes or walking to the park or any one of the million other things that keep me busy but not mentally stimulated. I wish I could say that my daydreaming will one day lead to the invention of a car that runs on trash or a genius act of diplomacy that will solve our problems in the Middle East or some other great thing that will save the world. I hate to disappoint, but I'm afraid my daydreaming is pretty centered on mundane, domestic things. I plan knitting projects for me and my children and all my preggo friends (and Stuart, because I totally owe him a sweater). I imagine my ideal vegetable garden, complete with a white-washed stone path meandering through the perennial herbs (actually, that was my mom's idea). I fantasize having enough time to run 4 miles a day like I used to. Occasionally, I pretend I'm a superhero, but anymore beating up the bad guys with mad martial arts skillz sounds way less appealing than five minutes of quiet with a glass of wine.
I also think about what life will be like in a few years when Daniel and Anya are older. Of course I don't know what the future holds, where we'll be living or what we'll be doing, and I can't entirely predict how their personalities will develop (though I think I'm starting to get a good idea). This time now can be awfully sweet, you know. As exhausting as it is to be the center of their lives, I wouldn't trade it for anything. But there are things I won't be sorry to leave behind, like cleaning up poop and fruitless arguments about whether it is or is not too early in the day to watch TV (come to think of it, that particular topic will probably be an issue for many a year...)
The other day, I rented the movie Charlotte's Web to watch with Daniel when he wasn't feeling well. I don't think he necessarily followed the story, though he really enjoyed it; silly animal antics are guaranteed to catch a toddler's attention, I guess. I liked it well enough, and I had a rush of nostalgia watching the story unfold. I read Charlotte's Web many times as a kid; it's one of my favorites. I realized, watching the movie, that I am really looking forward to a time when we can read chapter books together at bedtime. Goodnight, Moon is fine, but you know...it's also nice to have some real plot development.
I'm not sure where I'm going with this, so I think I'll just leave you with a question. What do you daydream about? The future? Being a superhero? The perfect vacation?
I also think about what life will be like in a few years when Daniel and Anya are older. Of course I don't know what the future holds, where we'll be living or what we'll be doing, and I can't entirely predict how their personalities will develop (though I think I'm starting to get a good idea). This time now can be awfully sweet, you know. As exhausting as it is to be the center of their lives, I wouldn't trade it for anything. But there are things I won't be sorry to leave behind, like cleaning up poop and fruitless arguments about whether it is or is not too early in the day to watch TV (come to think of it, that particular topic will probably be an issue for many a year...)
The other day, I rented the movie Charlotte's Web to watch with Daniel when he wasn't feeling well. I don't think he necessarily followed the story, though he really enjoyed it; silly animal antics are guaranteed to catch a toddler's attention, I guess. I liked it well enough, and I had a rush of nostalgia watching the story unfold. I read Charlotte's Web many times as a kid; it's one of my favorites. I realized, watching the movie, that I am really looking forward to a time when we can read chapter books together at bedtime. Goodnight, Moon is fine, but you know...it's also nice to have some real plot development.
I'm not sure where I'm going with this, so I think I'll just leave you with a question. What do you daydream about? The future? Being a superhero? The perfect vacation?
Comments
Chapter books. You are so right to look forward to that time. I LOVED the bedtime routine: reading aloud in my bed with a child snuggled up on each side.
I would give anything to spend an hour with my toddlers again -- but as much as I loved that time, I am glad it's limited. It is exhausting!
Incidentally, "Charlotte's Web" was my SECOND favorite White book; "Stuart Little" was last, and I always thought the best was the little-noted "Trumpet of the Swan." Ever read that one?
I can imagine you are looking forward to the day when you can also discuss the chapter books.