Little A turned 3 recently, and a neighbor gave her a precious Melissa & Doug fairy princess coloring pad and some markers.
She’s been obsessed.
She comes in from her activities and immediately sets to coloring. She’ll stay there for an hour or so and invite the rest of us to come color with her.
Who wants to be the mom who doesn’t have time to color, right? But the reality is, well, laundry and dishes and all. So I pop over in between tasks and color little pieces here and there.
Like the blue and green pattern in the skirt, here:
(I should mention that the bows were all Little A.)
A few days after I did that skirt, Little A again invited me over to color. She flipped through the pad trying to find what she wanted to work on and as she did, I noticed this:
“Did M color this for you, A?” I asked her.
She confirmed that, in fact, her big sister M had colored the pattern on the page.
So there you go. There it is.
They’re always watching. They’re always learning. They’re always testing out the lessons that we teach them, even when we don’t realize we’ve been teaching them anything.
It’s beautiful. It’s stressful. It sneaks up on you.