Thoughts on Motherhood

I have been thinking about this for a while, but just this past week as I was tucking Small Fry into bed and she asked where Santa lives, it occurred to me that motherhood is a rediscovery of childhood.  Relearning the ABC's and the excitement of the ABC song, remembering nursery ryhmns, childhood songs and fingerplays.  Discovering all over again how with each new letter learned another window to the world is opened and discovering that things like the garbage truck really are fascinating.  And now the newest one for me-Santa.  I have to keep my facts straight, keep the magic alive, help her to believe as long as her little heart will let her and it is exciting.  It makes me a bit giddy all over again and reminds me of the time when I was supposed to be sleeping on Christmas eve, but instead was looking out the window and saw Santa flying through the sky.  Small Fry and I are already discussing what we should leave for Santa on Christmas eve.  She is excited and I am rediscovering and it is wonderful.