things that only I am interested in...
This will probably be very uninteresting to most people, but I don't care, it's my journal...dammit. I found myself smiling uncontrollably while watching my son play last night. For the first time ever, my son tied a towel around his neck and pretended to be Superman. I know...what's so special about that? Everyone has done something like that at some point in their life. The thing is, this was a sign to me that my baby isn't a baby anymore. He used to follow me around and mimic me, but he never really pretended to be something. This means my son is starting to use his imagination, he's dreaming. He wants to be a superhero and some day soon he's going to start wanting to be a whole list of things. This is a big deal to me. I was always a big dreamer. My mother hoped that my dreams would all come true. She still encourages me to dream. I hear about parents that tell their kids to get their heads out of the clouds. But my mother loved hearing about all the wacky little thoughts rolling around in my head. I want my son to think of ways that he can make the world better, ways that he can be a happier person. I want him to keep pretending to be Superman, scaling smaller buildings to reach the more attainable goals in his life, until he sees his dreams (at least some of them) come true. I know, I'm putting too much thought into a towel around a 3 year old boy's neck. I think I said somewhere in my bio that I take things seriously. All the same, I got a kick out of watching my son play make believe. It means he's got a little part of me in there. I get to watch him chase his dreams like my mom watches me.