With our current living situation (ahem – tiny apartment covered in
white gray carpet that only currently houses about 1/3 of our worldly possessions), sometimes things to do evade both Hazel and I. I’m nervous about messing up the carpet and having to pay for it, and I hesitate to set up any permanent play stations for several reasons. After a while, crayons and washable markers, even these window markers I bought, start to pale somewhat. We are outside everyday, for at least a couple of hours, jumping and swinging and sliding at the playground nearby, but our inside activities needed a boost. Since Hazel loves to read, I decided we should try our hand at making a book of our very own.
I tend to become more regimented, organized, and clean when I’m feeling stressed, and our current situation stresses me out quite a bit, so I think Hazel sees me only in that role. I’m constantly cleaning up this apartment; it’s just too small for any mess to exist if we’re going to walk around without breaking our ankles. She’s too young to see my creative side; my taking photos and knitting are just things Mama does to her, I’m sure, and I don’t know how old she’ll have to be before she can understand the creativity that goes into the work I do at school. It worries me. I don’t want her to feel constricted, and so I thought this activity would allow her space to stretch her imagination, draw, work on numbers and letters, and help to focus her attention for a longer time on one activity.
She did not disappoint! Her story evolves a bit over time, but the words are hers. She is so proud of her little missive, but not possibly more than I am! This is SO going in her keepsake box. I look forward to the day I can whip this bad boy out…maybe at her Pulitzer Prize award celebration or something 😉