About a month ago, soon after Sydney’s verbal skills and inclination to talk increased exponentially, we found ourselves with a storyteller in the family. *gush alert* Whenever I think my daughter can’t get any cuter, she goes and does something that’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. *gush alert over (kinda)*
I still remember the first time I heard Sydney telling a story – it was in our family room, she was playing with her Hello Kitty figurines, and talking to/about them to no one in particular. It was definitely one of those “I-can’t-believe-I’m-witnessing-this-amazing-behavior moments,” and I just sat on the couch watching her, in awe of her vast and limitless imagination.
Just today, I watched Sydney in the car rearview mirror chatting it up with her best bud stuffed lion (“Lai Lai”). She was holding her gently by the body, very obviously speaking to her, and pointing out the window. I can only imagine how much of the passing scenery she was describing to her friend.
I can’t even express how much I love this part of parenting – the my-child-is-literally-developing-in-front-of-my-eyes part. Consciously, I know that our child’s development is something that we will actually witness constantly in our parenting lives, but in reality, I will never get tired of watching Sydney’s imagination come to life in her stories.