5-year-old Therapy
After settling in last night, the five-year-old that lives in the house where I rent a room came in and asked how to spell "fire." Then he wanted to know how to spell "dude." After some silliness with letters, I said I was going to bed and he asked to come up (I have a loft bed). I told him he should bring The Velveteen Rabbit. His father came in to collect him, but said it was okay if the boy fell asleep in the loft with me, so he stayed and we read the whole book before falling asleep. It was very sweet.
Thinking about it later, I realize that I had a really remarkable childhood. The books and stories that were part of my growing up taught me that there was something magical about being a child and it was a fleeting state that I should enjoy while I could. I expected to miss being a kid once I was grown up. There are things about being little that I miss, but for the most part - I really like being big.
Thinking about it later, I realize that I had a really remarkable childhood. The books and stories that were part of my growing up taught me that there was something magical about being a child and it was a fleeting state that I should enjoy while I could. I expected to miss being a kid once I was grown up. There are things about being little that I miss, but for the most part - I really like being big.