Izobel is 2.
I am amazed, having never had children before, how much a 2 year old can know and process at such a young age.
How deeply they think.
Earlier this week, as I sat on the settee watching the television, Izobel was sat – still – to my left.
After a little while, her fidgety legs lifted her and – quite suddenly – she jumped clean over my lap and landed to my right.
I was concerned she’d fall on the wooden floor of course.
But I smiled as she paused to considered this new game.
Then, Izobel jumped back across my lap and landed once more to my left.
There was a pattern now.
And it continued.
Dizzy.
After 8 or 10 if these jumped, I called her name and began to explain something.
“Izobel” I said, “You might fall. You’ll get dizzy.”
She listened silently.
She was looking at my eyes.
Thinking.
“You’ve not fallen yet…” I continued, “…but you surely will, the dizzier you get.”
“Now – what are you going to do? Slow down and be safe here at my side? Where there is no chance at all of you falling. Or getting hurt?”
“Or are you going to continue to make your self dizzy? To bounce and fly?”
Two seconds passed before she flew across my lap once more, laughing.
Then back again.
And again.
“I have just seen the future”, I thought.
“And I have just seen a little bit of me, too.”
