A Three-Year-Old Graces the Walls of My House
by Teresa Currivan, Gifted and Twice Exceptional Parent Coach
He comes running in, asking for my 12-year-old-son.
“Please knock,” I say. “I will,” he says.
Up
And
Down The
Stairs
He crawl-runs on all fours.
With Care, he knocks.
The twelve and the three hang out like teenagers.
Then up and down the stairs. And knocks each time.
I think these walls enjoy this spirited boy of three. I think they soak in all that life. Like they do the 12-year-old nerf tag and horror-movie-making and the quiet, almost-teen discussions.
Dinnertime.
The chandelier with small jingly disks of mother-of-pearl hangs low above the table. He stands, sock-footed on the chair, staring into the soft yellow glow, and taps one precious, delicate, hanging rectangle.
He listens as it taps into another…with Care…
for the faint tingle.
His eyes aglow with light.
