When it comes to knowledge and the need for understanding, I’ve never known an age that demands it more than three. Especially with our 3 year old twins who constantly ask “Why, Mommy? Why?”
Just yesterday our girls were babies; learning to roll over, learning to walk, learning their first words. These were all HUGE milestones and indications of growth. Now, at the age of three, they’re trying to grow in other ways.
It’s almost as if I can see their brains being filled with newfound knowledge each and every moment of the day – which can be terrifying, considering that the majority of what they learn is from ME!
I want to give them the answers to everything that I possibly can, but I can’t get into a detailed chemistry lesson with them about the changing properties of matter when they ask me why the butter is melting on their waffles.
And when it comes to emotions, well, I don’t know any parent who has an easy time explaining sadness and loss.
So, as awesome as it is to see them learning about where water goes when we flush the toilet or why mommy likes bumble bees but not spiders, I find myself at a loss to have ALL of the answers, in fear that I might scar them with the wrong information.
When I don’t have all of the answers or my brain just needs a bit of a rest from trying to formulate one; I’ve read and have also been told to try turning the question around on them.
That’s when you say, “Why do you think it does that?”
What a simple yet genius approach!
It’s actually very rewarding seeing the girls then try to figure out the reasoning for themselves.
They are little sponges right now, absorbing things even when I’m not aware of it. Like, when they point out my grey hairs before the thought of a root touch up had even crossed my mind! Or, when they recite lines from their favourite TV show and recreate a scene using their dolls.
They surprise me every day. It’s amazing how much they’ve grown. In my mind, they’re still babies.
Walking and talking was one thing, but processing information and displaying the NEED for understanding, well, it makes me open my eyes and see them as little people.
And one day, my babies will turn into big kids in the blink of an eye and then become adults.
Time, please slow down. *Insert sniffles and tears of emotion here.*