There's something about secrets that make everything amazing. It doesn't matter what the secret is, just the fact that it's a secret. Secrets are exciting, fun, and daring. Around our house, I have learned to use this to my advantage. Hey, a mama's got to do what a mama's got to do.
If I tell one of my girls I have a secret for them, and then whisper in their ear "go get your jammies on, and then Mommy will be in to tuck you in," it's suddenly an adventure. Their eyes light up, they whisper back an excited "ok!" and they're off to jump into their jammies. On the flip side, if we just say, "time for jammies," in our normal, regular voices, it's so not an adventure. It's the exact opposite, whatever that is. It's "but I don't know where my favorite nightgown is, can you help me, I can't do it by myself, I'm really not tired <yawn> not tired at all, I'm thirsty, can I just tell you one more thing?!"
Secrets are cool. They have special powers, at least with three and five year olds. There's nothing like the feeling of a child trying to tell you a secret, but they're super excited, and usually giggling, and they end up getting your ear kind of wet when they tell you. It's so gross, but so fun at the same time. Few things hold that kind of power.
In this picture, Hailey's friend Jackson is telling her a secret. They were eating ice cream, watching people, and something was worthy of a secret. I have no idea what it was, but the picture is drawing me in the same. I really want to know what he was telling her! The looks on their faces are beyond precious, and remind me it's the little things that bring pure happiness.
Unwrap other gifts with me this Tuesday over at Chatting at the Sky.