Planting a Tree

Last weekend, Sienna's home work was a little writing that she was supposed to do according to a picture. On the picture, a little boy was sound asleep in bed with a dog lying on the floor next to him. The request reads something like "please write about what Jerry might be dreaming..."

"Come on. Dream on. Time to flutter the wings of imagination." I cheered her. Without much thinking, Sienna came up with her story, “Jerry is dreaming he is having a birthday party. He has so much fun. He has so many friends and so many presents. He gives them balloons.”

I find the one flaw that parents are most ready to admit about their kids is that they don't work hard enough. Just as much ready, I admit Sienna is so in lack of imagination. And I love that. You could literally see her feet firmly planted on the ground.

As a parent, you really have to know the little person you are dealing with, metaphorically: you are feeding a bird or you are planting a tree. The only thing is a bird can turn into a tree and the other way around. We have to always keep a close watch on them with an open mind. At this age, no characteristic trait is a flaw.