The Whimsy of a Child

Today’s post is a bit of self indulgent whimsy. You see, yesterday my girl and I got to meet the less then two week old baby of our friend Kristen. What a sweet treat!! I spent more then an hour with the little guy sleeping on my chest in total mommy delight mode! Which had the result of me wondering where my little baby had gone… so later that evening I found myself wandering through my own “little baby” moments with my girl…

And then I was looking at some old Whimsy posts and ran accross the following. It is only a little more then a year ago when I wrote it but it already seems so far away… my girl is growing up so fast, I hope you too enjoy a little look back:


Yesterday I went on a whimsy search. Hopping all over the internet for inspiration. It was a total blast. The truth of the matter, however, is that I do not need to go so far for my whimsical inspiration. My three year old is a walking (actually more usually running) talking (possibly shrieking) breathing (laughing, happy, fun) Whimsy Machine!

Case in point photo!

Today as I was thinking about what to write about, little Sweets came in and said, “My fairy dust isn’t working! This sheep won’t fly.” She had doused her stuffed sheep with white rice (thankfully uncooked) and was very disappointed in the results. Earlier in the week the white rice had served well as the shaky filling to a paper plate tambourine. This is the norm for her, finding new whimsical uses for everyday items. I never know when chopsticks will become wands, cans will become drums, hats or shoes or any number of regular housewares will morph into pirate booty, shopping treasures, banquet offerings or bricks for princess “towders” (One of her dwindling number of baby speak words.)

If you are a friend of mine on Facebook you are treated regularly to my girl-isms, the totally delightful “obserbations” (the positively x-rated baby speak word she otherwise uses correctly) and points of view from the girl herself. What, even you regular Facebook readers, may not realize is that this banter and movement s NON-STOP!! I am honestly thinking about installing motion sensitive cameras around my home to catch all the action. I gather what I can and even occasionally post something in her memory blog but I know I’m missing a lot. So, just for posterity’s sake I thought I’d share some tidbits from an average day:

A first request of the morning. “Mommy can I have a chocolate?” I’m sorry, not for breakfast. “But when you are little I let you have chocolate!” My girl regularly refers to the wonderful things she does when it is her turn to be the mommy!

“Let’s go shopping mom!” (This does not require leaving the house. Some type of shopping bag is all that is required and any toy bin, clothes drawer, or pantry shelf serves as stores.) “I’ll drive! You be the little kid.” (We sit in the bed car and make the requisite driving noises) “We’re here! Lets look at the map.” (Once we took a mall brochure that had a small grid with the local streets, Sweets referred to that map for weeks — “Let me show you where we are. Can we get there from here? Yep, going home is an option!!” — that brochure is lost so a piece of newspaper serves as a substitute.) We find some bags and use a small push cart and following our map find our way to buying books and other assorted items.  “OK lets go on a trip now.” Back into our car we go. What trip? Where are we going? I ask. “A place like Disneyland only closer.” (I guess the six hour drive was more then she would like to repeat!)…. and oh the places we go…

“OK you are the little kid and I am the mommy. I am a Pirate mommy. You are a ‘egular little kid, you wear wings NOT a pirate hat.”

“Lets do a project now mommy. We need EVERYTHING!” Everything consist of dumping the craft contents of a very large plastic bin on the dining room table. “I’m making this for you! Do you like it?!” Of course I do! Everyone loves a paper plate plastered with tape glue and sticks.



And here it looks like my girl is being influenced by the art I have been showing her! Up first  is “Good Morning City, Bleeding Town” by Hundertwasser  (Image from Gallery of Surrealism) and next to it is “Look, look my towder!” By The Girl

And here she is working in another medium! “This be a castle mommy.”

Next, we got to work on some whimsical crafts. We found two bird nests in our new backyard, one occupied one not, which led to conversations about how and why birds build nests.  To the occupied group Jessie declared, “I no like those Birdies!” When I asked why she replied, “They fly away when I talk loud.” The unoccupied nest was even more problematic and we called “Here birdie birdie! Come back your house!” for most of an afternoon.  Sweets seemed really inspired by the fact that some birds use all sorts of yarn, feathers and other fuzzy scraps to make a nest and so she decided to make one for her little red birdie friend.

And then when it looked like Birdie really liked her nest, The Girl decided she needed to have one for herself!


Once the nest has been enjoyed, it is off to the next activity…

“Hurry! I need my ‘noculars! It is wind-ing very hard outside.”

“There is Max!! Mommy can we go see him!!” Max, the neighbor’s cat, does not share her enthusiasm and disappears behind the garage across the street.

Undaunted, Sweets looks for other friends. “Look! Snails!! They will be my friend! Snails love me mommy.” A full hour of gathering and convincing the snails that they would be happier under a bush in the backyard results in only one little guy losing a shell due to rough handling. “Mommy, we can save him. I  will feed him leaves! He will grow his shell back!” We move the wounded snail into a plastic container filled with the leaves she has collected and hope for the best. Research on the internet tells us that he could actually grow his shell back if he wasn’t too big when he lost it. Not sure what “too big” is but 4 hours later the little guy is still moving around in the container. We’ll leave him under a bush and tomorrow I’m sure (no matter the real outcome) he will be better and off slithering around with his friends again!!

“Let’s play Candy Land!! Come on mommy, you will LOVE it!  Kitty will be blue and you can be yellow. I am red.” We commence with a game, which starts out normally until Sweets decides “I am the orange getter. Orange is my favorite. You can have purple.” At this point she only moves after finding an orange card (flipping through the deck until getting to one) If I try to move on anything but purple I am told “NO you are the purple goer! Kitty can have that one.” Game is over when Sweets says, “I done. Let’s play Hide and Seek.”

Hide and Seek is The Girl’s absolutely FAVORITE game and she pleads and begs to play often. I actually have no problem with playing the game but her version can get pretty monotonous. “OK mommy you count. I will hide here.” I tell her if you tell me where you are I can find you. She replies, “I want you to find me mommy.” OK count now. I count and “try to find” Sweets. When the 3 seconds I have expended becomes too long for her she shouts, “I’m right here mommy!” Squeals of delight when I say “I got you!” follow.  When it is my turn to hide I am told “You hide here and I will count!” This can go on for hours… ok really not, I only last about three rounds and thankfully direct her back to another project!!

“It is a cele-great-ion  mommy!” (instead of celebration! I thought that was pretty good!!) “We are happiness mommy! Let’s sing!”

We are happiness indeed! And so it goes… books are read, animals go on adventures, every second as whimsical and silly as the next. Oh, and that white rice, it is now being used as kitty food because “Kitty’s get really hungry you know.”

And so it goes…

And so it went. We are still happiness today but mommy can’t help but be a bit weepy thinking about how fast the time is going.  We have a bunch of empty boxes out in our garage, I think I’ll see if the girl wants to build another nest…



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7 thoughts on “The Whimsy of a Child

  1. Karen B says:

    My girls are older (25, 21 and 13) and no longer play like that – although the youngest loves to craft and make things – but her imagination flows in a different direction from make believe play now. I regret that I was not in the right place (mentally, emotionally, spiritually) to enjoy when they did play like that – depression robs one of joy and all one really wants is peace and quiet – but I’m in a better place now and take pleasure in their achievements. And I try to be a bit more whimsical and introduce ‘play’ into my life (my crafting is a prime example of this. So I’ve discovered that it’s never too late!! As a matter of interest, my eldest and youngest daughters used to spend hours playing ‘school’ and now the elsed is a teacher and the youngest wants to be.

  2. Lisa says:

    She is amazing and so are you..for being aware of those whimsical, magical moments that are often missed because of our own priorities, and for nurturing those desires in her. Xoxo

  3. I am so glad you have the opportunity to enjoy this time with her. I would have lost my mind being a stay at home mom, but I know I missed a lot trying to cram everything in. The Young Man and I have been having the greatest conversations lately and that will have to do for me.

  4. Angie says:

    It’s so great taking this trip down memory lane! I remember that first year together. It was great having you and the other moms to share those baby moments.

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