day of week


17 June 2005

Usually at the end of each day, I pull out the coloured pencils and drawing pad for my son. We’ll both sit at the coffee table and doodle. I’ll ask him questions about what we did today, yesterday, and about the adventures that we’ve had in the past. And we’ll chatter away in our own little language.

Most of all, I’ll encourage him to draw stuff from the day. It’s just so beautiful how he draws me stories about worms, bugs and snails. Water in the creek with boats, pokey shells from the beach, kids eating yummy biscuits, big bin trucks zooming by, crocodiles with boots on, and the sun sleeping behind angry clouds.

I do this… in hope that he’ll grow up remembering how to enjoy the simple pleasures of life. And… because it passes time like you wouldn’t believe.