Whatever Wednesday: Papiroflexia

When Mooter was preschool age, she was briefly homeschooled by BFam. She was given age appropriate assignments, then creative time to use however she chose. Creative time almost always ended in a drawing.

Not long into her time with a socialized setting, Mooter was introduced to libraries. True to her creative roots, she’d glean more toward books about drawing. At some point, she happened on a book and couldn’t wait to come home and tell me about it. But the thing about Mooter is her version of telling you about it is actually showing you. Sometimes her words get lost, or she’s easily frustrated because what’s going on in her head isn’t accurately articulated. Before you ask, no. She isn’t autistic. She isn’t developmentally challenged in any way. She’s a bright girl who speaks full sentences. Her brain, however, is a quick-moving thing. Her mouth? Not so much. And there lies our problem: fast brain, slow mouth. (Wonder where she gets that from.)

After many runs to and from the home office for paper, many moans and groans from her work station in the middle of the living room floor, wads and wads of balled paper and failed attempts, my toddler walked up to me with her newest learned creative turn. She called it “oh-my-gah-mee”.

To Mooter, who now when I remind her of her oh-my-gah-mee, thinks it’s the funniest thing in the world. And still makes them for me.