So I had all these big plans for this weekend. I was going to finish another chapter or two for the book. Clean up the house. Put all Shelby's clothes away that no longer fit her, and do some weeding in the yard. Yeah. None of the above happened.
I mean, I did do some spot cleaning, but our house needs a deep spring cleaning. By this point, you would think I would have come to accept the fact that plans such a deep cleaning of the house don't happen when you have a 15 months old tornado living with you. I did learn something this weekend, though. I have never asked or shown Shelby how to wash dished or put away plastic bags once I've unpacked groceries, she's way too young, right? Wrong!
Shelby and I were in the kitchen on Saturday unpacking groceries and other miscellaneous items. She was after a small plastic bag, with paw prints on it from the vet's office. I gave it to her only to watch her open the cabinet where we keep the plastic bags (aka kitty cat poop bags) place the bag in the cabinet with the other plastic bags, and close the door. The kid is a sponge. A Sponge I tell you!
Of course, I got the video camera(aka my phone) and recorded her doing it again for proof. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Then on Sunday, Mother's Day, Tim was outside mowing the grass before we headed out to make the rounds, Shelby and I were in the kitchen. I was washing dishes and Shelby was pestering to be picked up, "uppie, uppie!" For fear she was going to pull my pants down I pulled a kitchen chair over and let her stand on it while I continued washing dishes. All of a sudden there was a little hand handing me dirty dishes to wash. (ʘ_ʘ)
What's with these little kids!? They don't want to take naps and here this little girl is, 15 months old, who should be running around playing, but she'd rather help me wash dishes. Kid, you have your whole life to do chores and trust me, there will come a day when you will long for a nap and you won't be able to take one. Stop growing up so fast!!!
My point is, kids are little sponges. Now, more than ever I understand that my reactions, and actions, will directly impact my daughter. How I respond to and deal with a situation will translate into a learning moment for my daughter whether I intended it to or not. I never showed her, nor asked her to put a plastic bag away, just like we've never asked her to help pick up the dogs dishes after they've finished eating. She watches us, sees how and when we complete a task and then mimics us. She listens to the words we use, and the context in which we use them, and though she may not have verbal skills that coincide with her comprehension skill, she understands so much more than she is able to communicate.
Watching Shelby grow, I see more and more the validity of the statement; "children are a product of their environment." Children are a blank canvas, and the adults in their life are the paint brushes that have the ability to paint a beautiful picture if they use the right strokes and colors.
Now, that nap I was telling Shelby she would one day want but not be able to take? Yeah, I'm going back to day-dreaming of that nap...