Lately I walk in around 4pm and find Amaryllis lost in her bed with all kinds of goodies surrounding her. She goes down at 1pm to a clean, tidy bed.
Three hours later, bleery eyed and stretching, this is what I find:
She's always had a few toys in bed, ever since she was a baby which is probably why she's still such a good napper...she thinks it's so awesome to take toys in bed to play with her special puppy (which has to stay in the bed, thus never interacting with other normal daytime toys)
Yes, Amaryllis and puppy still have a very special relationship.
When I listen outside her bedroom door, she is just chattering away to puppy telling him all about her day, reciting movies word for word, disciplining him and putting him in timeout, teaching him the ways and sounds of elephants, asking questions in one voice and answering in puppy's voice, dressing him, licking, canoodling, everything and all things of importance in a soon-to-be-three-year-old-girl's world.
This particular day the toys seemed to have exploded on her bed. As an outsider, I can only wonder what went on these 3 quiet hours.
When I look at the little play world she has created during naptime, I can't help but feel a smidge leftout of something grand and magical and totally not mine.
Naptime is Amaryllis and puppy time, and I've never been invited nor never will be. Only rarely I've listened and caught a taste of the captivating kingdom they create together. Or even more rare, gotten to peek in unnoticed and watch the slumbering girl with her *faithful* puppy under arm, together off in Neverland no doubt traipsing alongside a mermaid lagoon.
Of all delectable islands the Neverland is the snuggest and most compact, not large and sprawly, you know, with tedious distances between one adventure and another, but nicely crammed. When you play at it by day with the chairs and table-cloth, it is not in the least alarming,
but in the two minutes before you go to sleep
it becomes
very
real.
--peter pan--
Three hours later, bleery eyed and stretching, this is what I find:
She's always had a few toys in bed, ever since she was a baby which is probably why she's still such a good napper...she thinks it's so awesome to take toys in bed to play with her special puppy (which has to stay in the bed, thus never interacting with other normal daytime toys)
Yes, Amaryllis and puppy still have a very special relationship.
When I listen outside her bedroom door, she is just chattering away to puppy telling him all about her day, reciting movies word for word, disciplining him and putting him in timeout, teaching him the ways and sounds of elephants, asking questions in one voice and answering in puppy's voice, dressing him, licking, canoodling, everything and all things of importance in a soon-to-be-three-year-old-girl's world.
This particular day the toys seemed to have exploded on her bed. As an outsider, I can only wonder what went on these 3 quiet hours.
When I look at the little play world she has created during naptime, I can't help but feel a smidge leftout of something grand and magical and totally not mine.
Naptime is Amaryllis and puppy time, and I've never been invited nor never will be. Only rarely I've listened and caught a taste of the captivating kingdom they create together. Or even more rare, gotten to peek in unnoticed and watch the slumbering girl with her *faithful* puppy under arm, together off in Neverland no doubt traipsing alongside a mermaid lagoon.
Of all delectable islands the Neverland is the snuggest and most compact, not large and sprawly, you know, with tedious distances between one adventure and another, but nicely crammed. When you play at it by day with the chairs and table-cloth, it is not in the least alarming,
but in the two minutes before you go to sleep
it becomes
very
real.
--peter pan--
1 comment:
Sooo sweet!!! Childhood is so magical, glad to hear your soon-to-be 3 yr old is taking advantage!
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