So, just a cutie post about my cutie.
A few days ago, I took my son for a walk. It was a beautiful sunny morning, not too hot, not too windy, around 74 degrees. It was perfect.
When we take walks, I usually pick up pine cones, wild flowers, or sticks for him to look at and hold while I push him in his stroller. One day last week, he was pointing and trying to reach for something on the ground. I kept giving him flowers, thinking what else could he possibly want from the ground? Finally I handed him a stick. He was so relieved that I finally figured out what he wanted. He just sat in his stroller, happily playing with his new stick. Sometimes I forget I have a boy and not a girl.
This time, I picked dandelions. I was trying to teach him how to blow the whispies off the dandelions. I don't know the proper name for those thingy-jigs that blow off, so I call them "whispies." "Thingy-jigs" and "whispies" are very scientific names, like "tagetes erecta" or "osteospermum x hybrida". Very scientific.
My son hasn't quite figured out how to blow with is mouth yet. He usually either sniffs or blows out with his nose instead. As I blew the whispies off and he watched them float through the air, he got so excited, yanked out his pacifier, and cried, "Bubbles! Bubbles! Bubbles!"
(Yes, he still has a pacifier. Don't judge.)
Isn't that the cutest? Okay, I might be biased. But still.
I love seeing the world through his eyes. I guess those whispies do look like bubbles as they float through the air and disappear into nature. Children see their environments in such fantastical ways, ways that adults have long ago forgotten. My son helps me appreciate things like dandelions, sidewalk chalk, and sticks again. Thank you, Max, for helping me see the fascination in a roly poly again, remembering how fun it is to spin until you are dizzy, and the freedom in throwing handfuls of pebbles into the air and letting them land where they may. All without worrying about getting dirt under my fingernails.