I’m 38 + weeks pregnant. I’m a bit emotional, so cut me some slack ; )
Today the girls were dragons while I tidied after breakfast. I turned on Great Big Sea. Immediately they wondered if dragons liked the water, what colour dragons lived in water, did they breath fire, water, or something else? They wanted a song about a dragon that lived in the sea. This is what they got.
At first I enjoyed the song, memories of childhood drifted along, then suddenly I heard the words.
A dragon lives forever, but not so little boys
Painted wings and giant rings make way for other toys
One grey night it happened, Jakie Paper came no more
And Puff that mighty dragon, he ceased his fearless roar.
I sat and cried as I watched my girls playing. One day they wouldn’t be dragons playing in the water. Their pet wolves would no longer run through the house. They’d move on to bigger dreams and their fantasy world would dissolve into a distant memory that they may or may not be able to recall in any detail.
I cried as I thought of that – hopefully – distant moment. Would it happen suddenly? Or would it be gradual? An almost imperceptible move away until one day I’d realize several days or weeks had passed since they’d left this world behind in favour of their fantasy world.
I want to treasure these moments forever. I want to join them in their world and help them bring it to life. But mostly I want to see the smiles on their faces as they battle fierce princesses, splash in a mermaid pool, ride through the forest on wolf back, or what ever tomorrow’s story will be.