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Davin's World


It's 5 am and I wake up to something bumping me in the back. Somehow in my fog I realize it's Davin. "I'm a slither snake, Mom!" he gleefully declares. "Davin, it's too early for snakes. Time for the slither snake to go back to his own bed." By some miracle, Davin obeyed and went back to sleep in his bed, but it was just the beginning to the day. Davin's imaginary world is so vivid and it encompasses everything we do. I'll find him crawling around the floor: "I'm a Doggie-Davin!" or putting his head through a pillow: "I'm a Turtle-Davin!" (He always adds his name to whatever he imagines.) Every day objects take on new uses that are incorporated in his play, such as using napkin rings as hockey pucks and the living room rug as his swimming pool. Life seems to be a swirl of imaginary bliss interrupted by the occasional inconvenience of eating dinner or getting a hair cut. Sometimes he includes me in the play and I almost see the world he sees, though it is kind of like that fuzzy moment between dreams and awake that all too quickly fades.

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camie said…
i know, why is it so hard from adults to make-believe? i remember loving it, now i can't do it for the life of me. what a creative boy you have! hopefully he will keep his creativity to himself until after 6AM in the future ;)
March 16, 2009 at 11:19 AM
Rebecca said…
what a fun world he has!
March 17, 2009 at 9:13 PM
Sara said…
I am surprised you remember all of that at 5 am!
March 18, 2009 at 2:48 PM
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