Its such a wonder to me to watch my son. I remember growing up I used to watch my brother do things... like make noises when he played with cars, immitate things... and I thought it was lame. Now, I watch my own son, do these same things... see the world from his 9 year old eyes... and it amazes me. Hearing him tell me about the scene coming up in the move we're watching, not just with words, but with noises, actions, expressions. He doesn't just watch a movie for the second time from his seat - he knows the movie - he lived it already... he experiences it. He can barely stay in one place.
...why is it that boys could always make those noises... those crash noises... girls can never make those. Hold on... "you just have to watch this part"...
I almost think I need to let him see these movies first - and them watch them with him after he's seen it. My son is brilliant... and I marvel every single day that he is a product of me. How lucky am I...
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