I really like this. I enjoy the sweet mistakes of my children.
When my Emma was still in preschool, they had show and tell every Friday. Each week they had to bring an object that began with a certain letter of the alphabet. For some reason my daughter thought it was called "A share" instead of "share" (and she didn't pronounce it as the article "a" but as the capital letter A).
Each week she would say, "Mom, I need to take something that starts with a __ for A-share this week!"
It was so cute.
My girls call high heel shoes "heel high shoes"
Emma used to call my chapstick "leetstock"
Miley still asks me to "holdge" her and she still calls my hair her "taggies."
Instead of counting how many days until some event, they count how many "naps" until that event. And the naps aren't even real naps; she means how many full night sleeps. Recently we counted how many naps until our talent show.
These are all beautiful examples of things that I don't want to correct, just yet. My children will learn them as they grow. I don't want go around telling them that their pictures don't look just right, that their dance moves aren't perfect, that they sing the words wrong, etc. I want to celebrate that she rolled the bowling ball down the lane, that she kicked the ball somewhere, and that she tries to pull her bed sheets up to her pillow all by herself.
I want to let them just be children.
