Scotland

So during her bath the other night, M1 asks me if there’s anywhere I’d like to visit some day. I go through the list of usual suspects (cousins on the other coast, Jaina in SF, J&E in Portland {which is coming right up}, Bee in England, back up to Calgary to see some family friends, Victoria for the wax museum)… and just offhandedly I told her that I would also like to visit Scotland & Ireland eventually, and that I had really wanted to go to Scotland around the time I graduated from college (the first time through).

Some how she has become enamored of Scotland. She drew a picture of us and in her rapidly improving writing wrote, very carefully at the bottom of the picture — To Mom Luv M1 Scotlin. She even checked a book out from her school library on Scotland! This is the first book that she’s brought home that hasn’t been bloody Arthur or the barely bearable Berenstain Bears (all things in moderation & moderation on those two has been far surpassed). So we’re reading this book at bedtime.

She’s fascinated. Random questions at dinner/bed/any time? Probably about Scotland. Loch Ness Monster this, ancestors that (I told her that we have a wee touch of Scots-Irish heritage way back from Grampa’s Mommy’s side of the family). Every castle is, of course, our ancestors’ castle (this is not surprising, since the plastic horses I used to play with when I was little were “passed down through the generations”).

Watching a child try to find her place in the world is very interesting. M2 will, no doubt, be just as interesting. I love my children (and their father).