Do you ever get inordinately proud when your kid does something mundane? Today (or rather yesterday) I spent the day at home with our 2-and-a-bit year-old Embodiment of the Primal Chaos, and he did something that just blew my mind. Behold:-
That, my friend, is a tree. His tree, to be precise, that he proposed making after finding a used paper-towel roll on the floor (it’s where we keep all our stuff). I didn’t even hint at the possibility, he found the roll and presented it to me with the idea all by himself. He also glued on most of the grass, cut out a few of the leaves and stuck them on, and proposed that we make it an apple tree (unfortunately I only had orange paper left, but he gets red and orange mixed up anyway, so he didn’t seem to mind).
But wait, it gets better. You see that black blob stuck to the side?
That’s a caterpillar. Apparently he was inspired by the events of Tuesday, when we went to New Farm Park and found a caterpillar, so he decided that we should make a caterpillar to climb the tree. After some discussion, he decided upon the colour, I cut it out for him with his direction (“Many legs. More. Many legs.”), and he glued it on the trunk. How rad is that?!
It was several months ago that Entropy Boy reached the ‘fortuitous realism’ stage of Luquet’s drawing stages, which is when children start to ascribe meaning to scribbles that they produce when they vaguely resemble something. So, for example, Pseudonymous Kid would roll play-dough and call it a snake, or draw some lines and declare it a spider. The stage following this is the unfortunately named ‘failed realism’ stage, where the child consistently decides before-hand what they should draw, and the topic is often discernible to an adult. So I’m very excited to see the beginnings of his transition to the next stage.
Since Master T was small, I’ve kept a little log-book of the new things that he does. I recommend this for any parent – it’s quite fun to look back on earlier entries and remember what your kid was up to at that age. Last night I added an entry for his tree, along with a few other imaginative leaps he’s made lately, such as pretending that his crib is a car, and that we are all kangaroos complete with a pouch for me for him to sit in. I also went back over some of the previous entries, and I found this:-
For those who can’t read my messy writing, it says:
When he heard a boy crying on the tram, he turned to Papa and said “ow?”
Of all of the developments that he’s made, this one is still my favourite because it represents the first time that his innate empathy was made apparent to us. I suppose that this is one of the truly wonderful things about being a parent, that by watching our child develop, we get to appreciate all those special things about them and us that makes us people.