“And, I am a 13 year old cheetah and you are my mommy cheetah and Dad is my daddy cheetah and I am playing with my brother cheetah.”
“And, I am at a work meeting and on the phone and you are my daughter and you wonder what I am up to.”
“And, I am a mommy and I just had a baby and I am taking care of her and you are helping me.”
“And, I am a skier girl and I like to do jumps and the trees are hard and I love to ride Bonanza.”
The wonder of a child’s mind. Our little Katharine loves to pretend and to tell stories. We even have a storybook on my computer where she types her own stories (keep in mind, can’t read or write). More than anything I love the diversity of her story. One moment her mind is thinking of being at work, another moment a cheetah, occasionally she dreams of walking in the rain with her pink umbrella, and the next moment skiing fast down a hill. As we get older, we sometimes forget that we can dream and create stories about so many different things. Katharine brings me joy through her stories and helps me remember that I can keep creating mine.