My little one is so active and his energy simply amazes me. Today, as I sit watching him play, I wonder what goes on in that young mind of his. Well here’s me imagining things thru his young eyes. But then, don’t take my word for it…
Hello, my name is Deedee. I’m a B-O-Y!
I’ve often wondered why my parents gave me such a feminine name but it’s ok, I forgive them. But just in case I get tired someday, I’ll switch to D-O-N. Yeah, those are my very exact initials! And I’ll be controlling an empire, hopefully….
I’m 3 years old. My mum thinks I’m cute but I think that should be kept for ‘little brother,’ who just loves to be patronized. I just want to live my life free of hassles, that’s all. Mum says I’m high in energy but tell me of any able-bodied boy my age who isn’t.
As simple and beautiful as life is, there are some things that I just don’t understand. Like the scowl on my mum’s face when she exclaims, “Deedee what are you doing?” and I honestly say “Mum, I know what I am doing.” Come on mum, I’m only exercising my creative license!
Or the scuttling that happens when mum and dad suddenly realize that I have wandered away from them to another corner of the house. And they bump into each other trying to find me and get me back under their “watchful” eyes. Hey folks, I’m trying to discover my “calling.”
Hey, (whispering) did I tell you I started school at 21months? Mum and dad couldn’t wait for the school year to end and just whisked me off to school one morning, in the middle of the 3rd term. Don’t get me wrong, I think school is fun. You see, on my very first day in school, I didn’t stay in class. I just played the whole day in the school courtyard, popping in to say hello every now and then to every class. It was one of my best times ever. I remember the headmaster asking a teacher with big bulging eyes that I thought would pop out of his head: ” is this not the new boy?” I didn’t wait to hear the reply.
Everyone in class is my best friend, seriously. There’s Jayde and Toby and Olivia and Ada, etcetera, etcetera (that’s to tell you that there are about 20 of ’em in my class). They always make me feel special. Which is why I never must get late to school. The one morning I got into class late was quite exhiliarating for me but from the look on my momma’s face, she was embarrassed. As I stepped into the class, all my classmates got off their seats , yelling ‘”yay, Deedee is here” and kinda startling the teacher. Hmm, give me a better definition of ‘standing ovation’.
Anyways, we’re now past the “songs and rhymes only” stages of school and recently, we’ve started some serious stuff like writing, counting and doing homework. Is it getting boring? I don’t know. Well, if you’re reading this, you probably are an adult so tell me: Is school boring? I really need to know what you think now, cos my mind is pretty much made up about what I want to become. By the way, it’s not a doctor, or lawyer, or accountant, marketer or any of the big names you hear today. Mum thinks that because I love to sing and fiddle with her guitar, I might do very well at music but nah, nothing could be further from the truth.
All I ever really wanted to do was make food. Uhuh! F-O-O-D. I’m wondering why mum hasn’t noticed that I love to lurk around the kitchen. Maybe because she’s too busy chasing me out of it. Again, I let it pass. But don’t read me wrong. When I said “make food,” I meant “grow good.” Yes, verily I say unto thee, I want to be a farmer.
I haven’t quite worked out the mechanics yet but I really do want to be a farmer. That’s the only way I’m sure to remain my happy me. Besides, why do many of you adults work so hard? Isn’t it to put food on your table? So I’ll be just fine if I can grow the food and you can buy from me. How’s that?
In any case, I’ll just have to put that in the coolers for now. The powers that be (and that’s mum and dad), say I still must get through school. How many years is that? Oh please let’s not even go there! While waiting at it, I’ll just listen to my favorite song.
Thank you for your time. I’ll be signing out for now. Um, did I tell you I’d love to hear your thoughts on my mini-biography? I’m waiting…