Yesterday, I sat in my room with Joey, now 6 years old. He was talking about his ideas for Mama Kangaroo. I pointed out to him, “We were sitting right there, rocking you to sleep, when I first came up with the idea to write the rhymes!”
He smiled and looked at the corner of the room, his little forehead wrinkling like it always does when he is thinking.
“Yep, I was rocking you and singing lullabies and nursery rhymes, and then I looked down at you and thought about how much nicer they could be…”
Joey jumped up, excitedly.
“Mommy!! It’s JUST LIKE THE POEM! It’s what happened and then you wrote a rhyme about it. That’s so cool!
So… I think he’s starting to really understand what Mommy does. 😊