"I'll stick this thing right over here in case you need it!" My 4 year old explained while he cranked part of the curtain rod bracket around the rung of the chair I was standing on.
He climbed up and perched himself beside me as I stretched to reach the spot to drill in the next screw. This now marks the third time I've had to install curtains in his room, and only somewhat because of his own antics pulling on them. When we first moved in, this room was instantly his. It was the larger of the two bedrooms besides the main one, and he loved it as soon as he saw it. There were curtains already hung that the former owner left, so we quickly removed them and hung the ones that we had brought with us, the ones that used to hang in his nursery at our old house. Today he stood, hugging to my knees while I drilled holes, installed anchors, and installed the brackets. He hopped down to grab me the drill bit, play around with the extra drill battery, and to yell to the rest of the family. "Daddy! Come see my new curtains!" "Kiddo, there aren't any curtains yet, just screws." Eventually he got tired of "helping" and wandered away, but while he was there with me I felt like the most important person in the world. He wanted to know everything I was doing and what everything was called. It made me wonder if someday he'd look up to my skills in a fraction of the way I am in awe of my dad's vast knowledge. I'm not going to lie, the curtains are crooked. And, if I had to guess, they'll probably fall down again. But it doesn't really matter. He can't tell the difference.
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EugeniaKouts
3/25/2022 09:58:17 pm
Our kids don't see our imperfections the way we do. I'm sure he will remember all you did for him, not that the curtains were crooked. Good job, Mama!
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