It’s “rest time” at our house. Â It used to be “nap time” but the naps have given way to just individualized down-time. It could be a nap if you want one, but it is an enforced period of mid-day relaxation.
During these times, the girls can do anything they want, from the aforementioned napping to reading, coloring, playing with dolls or toys, or anything else they want, so long as it is self-contained and doesn’t impede their sister (or frequently their mother) from their chosen activity.
My youngest has decided that today she is giving a concert. That’s not just a fancy way of saying that she’s singing in her room. Her door was open a crack – just enough for me to peek in without her seeing me. For the last 20 minutes or so she has been standing at one end of the room, feet together, good posture, her head scanning the room as she sings. That’s fine, and cute, and healthy as well.
Here’s what I thought was worthy of putting in print: After each song, there is silence. At first I thought she was just trying to come up with another song to sing, but it quickly became obvious that wasn’t the case. Her body language wasn’t right for it. She kept scanning the room, with a humble smile on her face, for about 30-40 seconds, and then started in with the next song. After one song, she quickly looked to the side with a quizzical look and then said, quietly, “Sure,” before launching into the next song (evidently by request).
She’s got an entire audience in that room. She’s waiting for the applause between songs.
Childhood is awesome.