‘What does it feel like to be big?’ My three year old asked me.
I paused….big? Did she mean fat or old? I certainly wouldn’t describe myself as either of these words.
‘What do you mean darling?’
‘What does it feel like to be big? To be 10, to be 13…how does it feel? Does it feel fun? Or sticky? Or wobbly? Or yucky?’
Well…. what choice! Wobbly!!! Is that referring to ones balance as one gets older or am I just reading too much into this?!.
‘Fun’ I responded…it was the only option.
‘I can’t wait to be big so I can touch the ceiling, maybe one day I will touch the sky!’
Oh dear….maybe she meant tall! Didn’t think of that!
I do love the way the things that are important to her are so simple. She wants to touch the ceiling! I bet she forgets that desire when she is ‘big’.
I saw a T-shirt the other day that said ‘Don’t be in a hurry to grow up…it’s a trap’. Hmmmm
100% human. Refreshingly simple.