Like many other blogging moms out there, no doubt, we've created a "thankful tree" this year. While the little guy napped, I created a quick tree out of brown construction paper and cut out some leaves. When he woke, I explained that it was a "thankful tree," and that we would write things on the leaves that he is thankful for. I asked him to tell me things he was grateful for. The leaves here were his first batch, with no prompting from me (I did prompt him on other days, to help him understand what grateful meant). Among his answers: Mama, Dada, games, balloons, yellow, and walks outside. In general, I'm really happy with how much he seems to understand the idea of being thankful. He's not even 2 yet, so I think he's doing well to get it at all.
The Giving Tree, by Shel Silverstein. I read this book years ago, as a single girl in her 20's, as I happened by it in a bookstore. I was a huge fan of Shel Silverstein's wacky poems when I was younger (still am), so it immediately caught my eye. I didn't like it. It wasn't what I expected, and I put it down and moved on. Now, as a parent, I wondered if my opinion had been too hasty, so I recently reread it. Again, I found it depressing. But then I came home, and kept thinking about it. And then I thought maybe I really liked it. A lovely story about the selfless nature of motherhood. But then I thought, "no, maybe I still don't." A depressing view of motherhood in which a child takes more and more from her, as she desperately longs for his attention, and he abandons her throughout most of her life. I know many people who love it. Yes, I realize this is not a very helpful review. I haven't reviewed the book for two months since reading it, because I am really not sure how I feel about it. So, instead, I'm just posting this as an open query: do YOU like it? Why or why not?
"But the boy stayed away for a long time... And the tree was sad. And then one day the boy came back and the tree shook with joy and she said, 'Come, Boy, climb up my trunk and swing from my branches and be happy.'"
Bookworm's interest at 22 months: We tried reading it together at a friend's house, but he hopped off my lap and played while I finished it myself.