Mouse Makes Words … and so does Widget!

Yesterday morning was full of ordinary things that somehow, in the words of a commenter yesterday, became extraordinary.

While Widget went to preschool, Little Bear and I trucked around town taking care of this and picking up that and depositing a long-awaited check for NASA work. (Whoo-hoo!) We remembered to have a good time together, holding hands, stopping to look in the sidewalk cracks, picking up a stone or two for examination along the way. He’s not a treasure collector yet, but he sure does like to stop and check things out, and then throw them. (A future in propulsion? Oh, I’m just being silly.) I am giving him space and time to investigate whatever he wants, though, from rocks to bugs to sticks … and he takes it, carrying around big sticks, just because he can, and endlessly, carefully, throwing pebbles into the creek. (He’s very methodical about this. Sorry for the detail if you’re not Grandma and Grandpa, but I want to remember this. He crouches by the side of the water, carefully picks up a pebble, turns to me to ask, “dis?” and when I say yes, it’s okay to throw that one, he turns back, studies the water for a second, and gleefully chucks it in, only to be removed later as we make and remove dams in our little creek, watching the flow of the water gently downstream, where it will eventually join the Potomac.)

But I get ahead of myself. That was in the afternoon, after a picnic lunch in the back yard.

The morning was errands together, and Little Bear held up remarkably well, sleeping through only a couple errands, which I did drive-through or carried him, sleeping, in with me (only once, and I know I shouldn’t, because of my back and lymphedema, but if I can’t carry my child once in a while, what am I doing all this treatment for?). Even carrying him was amazing to me. Maybe it’s the bright sunlight and warm weather, maybe it’s the thrill of going freely without winter coats (just a week ago it snowed!), but the day had an aura about it that just spoke to me somehow.

And at the last stop, where I was looking for a picture frame, we stopped and picked up a new book or two, and bubbles to blow in the breezy springtime. The book rack in the craft store was a surprise. I stopped to check out beginning readers for Widget, and Little Bear (who has literally hundreds of books at home, since we couldn’t use the library with my immune system compromised) crouched on the floor thumbing through one that he picked out. Hunched over, enthralled in the pages, he concentrated as I picked out a phonics reader and a math reader, standing there. When I knelt down to see what he had picked out — Poky Little Puppy, maybe? The Happy Dump Truck? — I saw what had caught his interest: Motorcycles. The little dude (to use Stimey‘s word) had picked out a Level 4 reader with chapters about motorcycles. The pictures had entranced him, and as he looked up at me, he stood up and handed me the book. I did try to entice him with The Happy Dump Truck, but he shook his head, put the motorcycle book under his left arm, and began walking. Smiling, we proceeded to the checkout and bought them both.

He looked at the motorcycle book all the way home.

After preschool, I told a blue-and-green painted Widget that we had bought him a new book to look at. Excited, he wanted to see it right away. I handed the phonics reader back to him and was beyond thrilled as he opened it up and read, one after another, word after word. Word, after word, people! He was unstoppable!

And then we tuned into the driveway, and, just lke that, the spell was broken.

On to lunch, creek play, a walk in the woods, and then a lovely afternoon at the park and dinner with friends, each bit adding, unbelievably, a little more joy to the day.

At the park, Widget ran around with a pack of 4 and 6 year olds, playing games, climbing, sliding, running, and jumping with the best of them. A mom and I briefly played tennis with her daughter, and the little boys ran the court. Little Bear stuck like glue to my side, holding my hand, saying, “Mama, come,” and “Mama, see.” I went. I saw. And when he got too tired, we put the kids in the car and went for dinner. He almost fell asleep at the table, the joy of being with friends almost too much for him, and by the time we got home … he was asleep.

Widget’s first “solo read” was called Mouse Makes Words. I haven’t gotten a chance to look at it closely yet (although Widget has), but I do highly recommend Go, Go, Go! by Roxie Munro for kids and The Help, by new writer Kathryn Stockett for moms. I review books and a such over at Review Planet.wordpress.com; these are the two best I’ve read so far this year.

10 Responses to Mouse Makes Words … and so does Widget!

  1. Grandad says:

    Thanks for all detail. I promise that I have not talked to Little Bear about motorcycles but will want to read the book with him.

  2. ohgrammy says:

    This grammy can’t wait to play with those boys again! Tomorrow can’t come soon enough!

  3. NYfriend says:

    Yea for such a wonderful day! A day to savor! 🙂

    BTW, I enjoyed the details. 🙂

  4. CJ says:

    See, this is why I love reading blogs, you get to share in the accomplishments of other moms and their kids…LOVE how you shared this experience and were so descriptive!

  5. bon says:

    i love the image of him methodically throwing stones.

    i love that he figured out the phonics of words.

    i love that you paint these days so vividly. i know why you do…i know that eighteen months ago you were unsure you’d be here for them, and i know the fear is still present. but what you DO with it? i have such respect for what you do with it. and it helps me be present too, and i thank you.

  6. Stimey says:

    It sounds like an incredible day. You have wonderful children. It is beyond astonishing to watch them grow, huh?

  7. I’m so glad you captured the magic of the day for us. I love reading about it!

    It feels amazing when in the middle of the chaos of life we manage to really see a day and enjoy every moment.

  8. Spruce Hill says:

    Sounds like a wonderful day. I love that he picked out the motorcycle book! Dude🙂

  9. RaiulBaztepo says:

    Hello!
    Very Interesting post! Thank you for such interesting resource!
    PS: Sorry for my bad english, I’v just started to learn this language😉
    See you!
    Your, Raiul Baztepo

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