Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if people remember their first year of life. Would we make statements like:
“Oh yes, I remember I started playing peek-a-boo at 6 months! That was tricky, I tell you. But it taught me about object permanence.”
or
“Dust tasted like old chicken, and the remote tasted like fish. The floor was okay, although its aroma packed a punch whenever it’s newly disinfected.”
I think it would be amazing to hear what goes on in the minds of babies. What can they be processing minute by minute? How exhausting must it be to learn about the world?
Mito is at the stage when he’s unbelievably active and curious about everything around him. He’s a whirlwind of activity. Sometimes he wakes up before 4:00 a.m. and starts playing already, and no amount of begging or even pretend sleep on my part deters him from whatever has caught his interest. He can get so engrossed in whatever he’s doing, so determined on a goal, (say, reaching the night light, or tasting the seat bottom of his daddy’s computer chair) that no matter what obstacles we put in his path, he’ll barrel through that.
And then there are times when, right in the middle of an activity, he powers off. Like right here in this picture. One second he’s honking the horn, mouthing the key, pounding on every little knob on his walker. And then the next second, he’s slumped, asleep.
“Oh yes, I remember I started playing peek-a-boo at 6 months! That was tricky, I tell you. But it taught me about object permanence.”
or
“Dust tasted like old chicken, and the remote tasted like fish. The floor was okay, although its aroma packed a punch whenever it’s newly disinfected.”
I think it would be amazing to hear what goes on in the minds of babies. What can they be processing minute by minute? How exhausting must it be to learn about the world?
Mito is at the stage when he’s unbelievably active and curious about everything around him. He’s a whirlwind of activity. Sometimes he wakes up before 4:00 a.m. and starts playing already, and no amount of begging or even pretend sleep on my part deters him from whatever has caught his interest. He can get so engrossed in whatever he’s doing, so determined on a goal, (say, reaching the night light, or tasting the seat bottom of his daddy’s computer chair) that no matter what obstacles we put in his path, he’ll barrel through that.
And then there are times when, right in the middle of an activity, he powers off. Like right here in this picture. One second he’s honking the horn, mouthing the key, pounding on every little knob on his walker. And then the next second, he’s slumped, asleep.
I sometimes lose energy following him around, but I will never tire of watching my little boy grow up.
You are worried about seeing him spend his early years doing nothing. What! Is it nothing to be happy? Nothing to skip, play and run around all day long? Never in his life will he be so busy again. ~Rousseau
hay. antagal ko nang di nakikita si mito. :(
ReplyDeleteIt's so amazing to witness a child grow. It's such a gift. :-) If they can't remember, I'm sure we will... and we will remind them, too. :D
ReplyDelete(Haha, I placed this comment on your FB and I realized that I prefer others to leave their comments on my blog instead of there. So here it is again. :D)