Have you ever read a book and wished you could jump in and live the life the characters are living? If even for a moment, wouldn’t it be great to step inside and live the life you are reading about and have an experience that is so outside of your own? To see the people the main character sees, to love with the passion of new love described, or even to step inside a murder mystery and be the hero that saves a city?
Ahhh, the beautiful world of books.
Did you know that kids have those thoughts, too? Last night I was reading Charlie and Chanelle a few books in Mercer Mayer’s Little Critter Series. (Sidenote: these are great books and I would recommend them to any parent. Get them here .) In the story Little Critter was feeling sad that he was little and so he decided to make a growing machine. I won’t spoil the story, but Charlie and Chanelle both commented, “I wish I had a growing machine.”
Hmmmm. . . an idea is sparked. Why couldn’t we make our own growing machine? Charlie and Chanelle began talking about it immediately and we planned to start the next morning.
Charlie woke up at 6:15 ready to go. . . “Can we get started on the growing machine?” (Note to self: do not tell kids about plans the night before.) He assured me that he was up all night waiting and didn’t sleep at all. I made him wait awhile longer, but we got to it. . .
First, gather materials.
Next, get the book or the “instruction manual”, according to Charlie.
My son is extremely detail oriented. One step at a time he delegated our jobs .
I thought our project was complete and was slapping high fives with the kids feeling quite proud of our creation. Charlie, however, was not pleased. . .
“Mommy! What about our hats and vests?!”
Ahhhh, how could I forget such an important detail?
There we go, two and a half hours later they have their very own Growing Machine. . . what they don’t know is that I disabled it because I am so not anxious for them to grow.
I hope that they will always take time to live in their imaginations. I hope that as their lives becomes more busy and more “grown up” that they do not neglect their creative side. I’m thankful for the opportunity I have with them to revisit my own creative side. . . however small and sloppy it might be. And while I realize that they might never remember this silly morning we spent together, I know that I will never forget it.