In the past week my five year old son has undergone some quite amazing transformations. He has gone from fighting us when it comes time to do his homework to wanting to design his own office. Yes, you read that right. Design his very own office.
It all began with a dirty chalkboard easel. For the past couple of months it just sat there. Like a piece of furniture that never gets used. But then it happened. My son began to ask us how to spell certain words. And after a few days he decided that he wanted to write a sentence. So with giant chalk in hand my son took his first steps to becoming a writer. For someone who loves to write this was a pretty cool thing.
Then last night he decided he wanted to have his own office. At first I thought to myself slow down Shakespeare. It wasn't that long ago you threw a fit when you had to write seven upper and lowercase r's for homework. And now all of the sudden you get an office?
Your damn right he gets an office!
Before he went to bed that night we had to make a list of all of the things that were going to be in his office. When we finished the list we laid down and started to fall asleep. More than once. When I thought my son was almost asleep. He would turn to me because he wanted to add something to the list. This kid was serious! He was actually lying in bed thinking about what would he wanted in his office. I thought that was pretty cool. He was so excited. His exact words were:
It's gonna be awesome!
I got home the next day before my wife and kids. It had been a busy day and I was tired so I went upstairs to get a little rest. Not long after I laid down to rest I heard the front door bust open. Rest time was over. My son looked up at me and asked me if I was ready to make his office.
And it was on!
We went around the house searching for everything on the list. Believe it or not the one thing we couldn't find were crayons. Markers would just have to do. Never mind the rug and the walls. That's what magic erasers are for. In the end I think we made it look pretty nice. More than anything he was excited about his new office.
It has been two days since we made his office and he has had a blast in there. He has drawn pictures and with a little help he has even written sentences. I have taught first grade all the way to fifth grade and I have been fortunate enough to be present when students' light bulbs turn on. It is a sight to behold.
But there's something about witnessing this with your child that words just can't convey. So I snapped a photo.
Time stands still best in moments that look suspiciously like ordinary life.