For all intents and purposes, my girls are Big Kids. They dress themselves. They can buckle and un-buckle their car seats. They go to school. They are learning to read really proficiently. They do math “just for fun”.
Much of this Big Kid stuff is welcome, and oh-so-awesome. But I am so very grateful for the little glimpses I still get of their not-so-Big-Kid selves.
On Thursday morning, I let the girls watch as much of the Thanksgiving parade as they wanted. This is the only time in their short lives they’ve been allowed to sit idly in front of the TV, and it was something they’d been looking forward to since last Thanksgiving. It was the first thing they said when they woke up on Thursday, “Mommy! We get to watch the parade!” And they were some kind of disappointed they had to wait until 9am for it to start.
I watched the parade over their shoulders as I worked in the kitchen to continue to get things ready for our big Thanksgiving lunch. They recognized some of the balloons from last year, and they were tickled to hear their first few Christmas tunes of the year.
We had a fun Thanksgiving day…we entertained friends for lunch, and then we had some glorious “quiet time” that afternoon. We rounded out the day with some crafting, and everyone was actually excited to have leftovers for supper.
At bedtime, it occurred to me we should read the Curious George parade story. In the story, they don’t call out Macy’s by name, but it’s not a big stretch to see the story is loosely set in the Big Apple.
At my suggestion, the girls SQUEALED with excitement. (And my heart smiled big with pleasure.)
Baby A RAN to find the yellow Curious George book. She first raced into the reading room, and then downstairs to scour the bookcase in the den. She came bounding back upstairs, so excited to read about Curious George’s adventures in the very parade they’d seen on TV that morning.
I know one day my babies won’t delight in having Mommy read books to them. I sure am thankful that today, they still do.