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As a mother one must never pass up an opportunity to teach a child.
Little J and I hike nearly every day. Possibly due to fresh air supply to my brain or coffee that I drink on the way to state parks, my best thinking occurs in the wild. Which works out great because my lovely son has infinite amount of questions that multiply as he walks in nature. I tend to fire the answers pretty fast and well, rarely faking them or using google ( mostly because the signal in the woods is too poor to use the internet.)
Then there are rare occasions where I remember something I learned in school or from my grandfather with enough detail that I can make an educated lesson on the fly. Like the one about the age of trees. I recently enjoyed explaining to Little J the art of telling the past simply by looking at the cross-section of the fallen or cut down tree. As I am sure you all know, every year tree’s growth records a ring. As we count those we can tell how old the tree was. Scientist can also tell by the size of the ring about climate changes, fires, volcanic events, insect infestation, if Lindsey Lohan was arrested that year… To be really fancy I even consulted my assistant aka iPhone and taught my son the study of tree rings is called dendrochronology.
So we counted some rings, practiced math, had an interactive lesson in biology and a physical activity all in one. Pass on the mommy award!
Yesterday morning Little J crawls into my bed. The sun is shining on our faces and he is looking at me lovingly.
Little J: Mommy if you were a tree you would be two years old.
Me: That’s sweet. Why two?
Little J: You have two big lines on your forehead.
Next lesson: chemistry. How to mix up Botox.
Today was the best Valentine’s day ever.
Little J’s preschool organized parents time out between 4 to 8 so that we could celebrate the day of love. My husband had a class so I was left home alone. I napped. Then I ate cheese. It was marvelous.
Apparently Little J did not share the same enthusiasm about his evening. When I picked him up he got in the car and said:
‘Mommy this parent time out was not what I expected. There were no boys, just girls tonight. You know how girls are. All crazy about me, running behind me and bugging me. I had no peace and no time for myself. Then we did two art projects. Not one, but two. That was too much, I felt like I was in school, but without any boys. And then we watched a movie I did not like. It was all mushy and full of princesses. Lucky for me the pizza was tasty. But no dessert after dinner. Really I think you must tell Miss K that this time she did not win my heart with the party. Next time we need to check the schedule before you sign me up. If there are heart projects and pink, I am not going.’
He had some other complaints, but I tuned him out. Frankly he was killing my cheese buzz.
Five year olds are a tough crowd to please…
We were building a fort at the beach the other day.
Little J: Mommy I really think I am going to be a builder when I grow up.
Me: Sounds good.
Little J: But where will I get money to be one?
Me: People will pay you to build things for them.
Little J: I know that. But first I will need tools. Where do I get money for those?
Me: You will have to borrow it from a bank.
Little J: I see. They have too much?
Me: No, that is how banks make money. They lend you some when you need it and then as you make money, you return it. And pay extra for the service.
Little J: Can’t people I am building the houses for pay back my bank?
Me: Well they do, kind of. They pay you, you pay back the bank and if you are left with extra you pay yourself.
Little J: This is all very complicated. I have a better plan. I will ask daddy for money. Much easier. And I don’t have to pay him back either.
Clearly my son is following my business plan. That’s my boy!