The small children who live next door have a new swimming pool. I can’t see it. I can only hear the splashing and the squealing and the constant refrain from the youngest child, “Mom! Watch Me!”
Over and over and over again. “Mom! Watch This!” “Mom! Watch Me!” “Mom! Watch This!” Hours of “Mom! Watch Me!”
That reminds me of Christopher.
The boy spent most of his early childhood yelling for someone to watch him do something. Even when I WAS watching, he had to yell “Mom! Watch Me!”
Neither Jenn or Michelle felt the need to tell me to watch. They were either confident enough to know I was watching – or they just didn’t care. I am not really sure which it is. Maybe some combination of the two?
Christopher – I really was watching. I swear.
“watch me, Daddy!” “I can do it, daddy!” I am just cherishing these days with my 4 year old right now. If they only knew how much we really are watching them ALL THE TIME. I guess he will know when he has kids of his own. Some days i wish he would stay 4 forever. It’s the greatest!