My 10-year-old granddaughter spent the night with me yesterday. She has her own bedroom when she visits, filled with her things, like dolls, toys, books, a desk for studying, a TV, telephone, even a play kitchen area complete with a toy refrigerator, stove, table, dishes, stemware, napkins, among other things.
When my grandchildren visit, I’m always trying to think of something they might enjoy, as well as learn from. This morning, I started with the computer, and asked her if she would like to write a column for my blogging site. “Anything you feel like writing,” I said, “with no prompting from me; it can be about any subject.” Here’s what she wrote ver batim:
“Hi Folks, I would like to tell you a story about my grandaughter , Isabella,she spends the nite a lot. She will watch television, play dress-up or call her friends over at my house…
She goes to Masters Academy of Fine Arts, which is a school for home-schoolers. She Takes Ballet, Jazz and Piano at the North-east Georgia School of Music and Dance. She loves to play basket-ball, and ride her bike and swim. She has a little brother named William and a little sister named Olivia,
They can be very sweet and very annoying. Well you know its JUST ME writing another story. See Ya!!!”
Out of the mouths of babies! I thought it interesting she had chosen to write a type of autobiographical sketch in a sort of third-person manner. It’s exactly as she wrote it.
I never cease to be amazed at what children know and can do. My next article is going to be about the manipulative psychology of a 3-year-old.
And pardon me for exercising the bragging rights of a grandmother. I invite anyone else so inclined to respond with their stories.
Let Freedom Ring!