For a birthday, Nana Deb brought over a very cool set of blocks. All shapes and sizes, they were perfect for building. A mother herself, she put those blocks in a carrying container to keep them neat and put away.
It was a nice thought.
Baby boy has found those blocks, and loves them to pieces. We build very tall towers. We build small towers that Baby Jaguar, with Baby Boy's help, kindly kicks over. They are always scattered all over the house. Baby Boy loves the blocks. Such a simple toy, yet they bring so much joy.
Takes me back 25 or more years ago. The only toy in my grandmother's tiny bungalow in northern New York were a set of Sesame Street blocks in a cardboard cylinder that had seen its better days. We played with those blocks for hours on end; all of us grandchildren. Didn't have much choice.
Baby Boy has many more toys. He has a choice, but chooses the blocks. And, yes, we pick up those blocks a dozen times a day. We dig them out from beneath the couch, table and wherever else they fall when the tower is crumbled. We count the blocks, and we identify the colors.
Baby Boy always asks, "You play blocks with me, Mommy?"
And Mommy always takes the time to play. She remembers those Sesame Street blocks with pride, and wants to pass along the memories.
Yay!!!! Gotta have me some blocks for the kiddos!!! Remembering how Jake would play with Dev and Jord's plain wooden blocks and the lincoln logs before school each day.....
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