In Seven Words Only… Plus Some
I found a sight called Luminosity that helps you develop your brain, regardless of age. I’ve found it to be quite helpful, actually. It’s fun to see rather dramatic improvement as you take 10 minutes a day to work on it. The following is a Facebook quote from Luminosity and I thought it might be a great start to a blog entry. I challenge you to take the instructions below and write a blog about it. (Be sure to link me to your blog so that I can read it, too.)
Here are the instructions from Luminosity: Take a few minutes and describe your workday – in seven words only. This fun challenge won’t take very long to complete, but will break up your routine and give your brain a good intellectual “stretch.” Now, my instructions: Because this is obviously a blog it won’t end at seven words. Your seven word description will be the headline to your article. Take that topic and let us know what’s on your mind.
Lively experience with creative dynamo, age six.
We used to have a sweet child who was obedient and fairly well-behaved. He never even went through the terrible twos. Oh… we had the usual things that go on with children when they’re tired or too full of energy or curious about things. You know… the things that make you smile or laugh when you’re supposed to be keeping a straight face and scold… things like:
- walking into the hall from the kitchen and finding a trail of talcum powder from Mommy’s bathroom down the hall, through the living room, down the other hall, into his bedroom
- walking into the kitchen and finding his face down in the cat water bowl, trying to drink like a “kitty cat” (Somehow this one hit my funny bone and I laughed so hard my stomach hurt. Me – between laughs: ”That didn’t taste very good, did it?” Him – hesitantly hiding a smile, not sure if he was in trouble or whether he should laugh: “No…” Me – still laughing: “Now that we know what kitty cat water tastes like, let’s not do that anymore, OK?” Him: “Yeah, it was icky.” Me: “You know why?” Him – now with amusement in his eyes because Mommy was laughing so hard: “Why?” Me: “Cause the kitties backwash into the water when they drink.” Him – running around the house: “EEEEEEEEWWWWWWWW!”)
- suddenly noticing that it is too quiet and finding him in the bathroom with big eyes and a cute voice saying, “Mommy, look. Great, big, big bandaids. I put ‘em on my boo boos.”
- going into our room to find him holding up an empty bottle of K-Y – his hair, face and arms gleaming with the contents of the bottle – proudly saying, ”Look, Mommy. Lotion!”
I could go on and on with amusing stories of his antics when he was little. I’m sure we all have stories like that. He was cute and sweet and incredibly adorable.
But, half-way through age 6 he suddenly started to assert his independence and creative ability to get into trouble. How can I describe him now? He’s a clown, loving to make people smile and laugh. He’s got a fun personality, a bright mind, a fabulous sense of humor, an endless supply of silliness, a well-rounded vocabulary (for his age), a great deal of charm (lately often used for trying to get himself out of trouble), an abundance of energy, and curiosity about everything.
His “scientific mind” may wonder what would happen if he were to pour an entire, large bottle of mouthwash into the toilet. Will the water also change colors? Will the change be as dark as the mouth wash in the bottle or will it be diluted? Will it make the toilet have a minty-fresh smell? Someone told Mommy. Uh, oh. “MOMMY! I love you!” Result of taking something that doesn’t belong to him without permission (otherwise known in our house as stealing)? He had to take his own money to the store with Mommy, pick up a replacement bottle, take it to the cashier, hand her his money (that he’s been saving for a remote control helicopter), and give the new bottle to the owner of the one he used. Along with that… an apology. Ouch! But, a good lesson to learn now while the lessons are not so “costly”.
Mommy might come into the living room and the smell of after-shave is overpowering. Uh oh. “Mommy, I love you.” Mmm, hmmm… another scientific experiment… take his brother’s aftershave and a roll of toilet paper and see what happens when you pour the entire contents of the bottle on the roll of toilet paper. Yikes! One thing that happens… you can’t hide the smell. Another trip to the piggy bank, the store, and back home to give his brother a bottle of after-shave and an apology. Result… now it’s going to take months to save up for the helicopter because we spent all of the money on scientific experiments using stuff that didn’t belong to us. Lesson learned. “I won’t do that again.” Drama begins. “Life is so sad. I will NEVER get my helicopter. My heart is broken beyond repair.”
Homeschooling allows me to be able to spend a lot of time with my Doodlebug. I wouldn’t exchange a moment of it. I love him with all my heart and am so blessed to have him in my life. He makes me smile, laugh, and think. He is incredibly loving and affectionate. He learns quickly, brings life to the house, and is so much fun to watch. I so enjoy seeing the light go on when he learns something special in school and connects it with other things he’s been learning. I enjoy talking with him, listening to him, and spending time with him.
Time goes by so quickly and he’s growing. Before I know it he’ll be 18 and 25 and 32… So, I’m determined to make the most of my time with my little six-year-old dynamo.