My son loves dinosaurs. They tend to rule his world. And his imagination.
This morning he was sharing a glimpse of his active imagination on the way to school.
“Mama, when my hands get really cold, I turn into a T-Rex. Not a baby, little T-Rex, a BIG, SCARY, ROAR T-Rex, mama” (insert scary T-Rex looking face here – eyes squinched, nose wrinkled, teeth showing).
“Someday I am going to fly into the air on a big rocket and I will turn into a T-Rex. A BIG T-Rex in outer space, and that will be so cool, mama” (insert arms shooting up to the ceiling of the car to simulate a flying into outer space experience).
“You know, mama, I can play lots of T-Rexes. There are a lot of ways to play T-Rex. I have my little T-Rex’s, the big T-Rex, I have squishy ones, and hard ones, I have a T-Rex glove that roars, I have T-Rex bones, and I can turn myself into a T-Rex!”
I happened to turn around and glance at him. His eyes were wide with excitement, a glimmer shining through them that was…well…undescribable. He had so much adoration for his T-Rex at that moment, and you could just see his 4-year-old mind turning, surrounding himself with his love for his dinosaurs. I often wonder what other wonderful things are going through his head that he doesn’t share. I took that story with me all day long, knowing that I had a smart young son with a wild imagination. And I love every minute that he shares with me.
And for my most favorite T-Rex moment of all time, I bring you last Christmas: