Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

Our three year old grandson was exuberant today at Fairyland.  He was noisy, ran a lot, made friends with a slightly older boy when he was sliding, snacked several times, fought going to the bathroom, wet his pants, went in the bathroom with me where there was a potty just his size, but he wouldn't sit on it, pretended his kitty was on a boat, wouldn't leave, but then was cheerful about getting back in the car.  He was a bundle of contradictions, and I let his energy sweep gently over me without ruffling my feathers.  His imagination is astounding, and I like to just sit there and listen to him, as I did after lunch while he piled up toy trucks to make a traffic jam, and I agreed to wave the helicopter overhead to report on traffic.  I love this age, when you learn so much from their pretending.  I remember my granddaughter making a train in her living room and I was a passenger while she fulfilled all the other roles, and my grandson talking for his trains while I overheard his worries about bullies and fears.  Now this grandson, and soon the baby will be creating his own little world to meet his needs and hopes and fears.  Play therapy indeed!