Introducing our children to the films that have influenced our lives can be both a hugely rewarding and terrifying experience. Let over-enthusiasm get the better of us by introducing a film too early and the child could be put off for life – disaster. We decided it was time to introduce three-year-old Tilly to Star Wars. Picking through the films carefully we put the DVD on and got a reaction we never expected.
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Three-year-old Tilly is confident, highly communicative and strong-willed yet there are hundred everyday scenarios that will make her crumple into tears in an instant. I’ve been starting to get to grips with what it’s like to be a highly sensitive child.
One moment my daughter is chatting and playing with her grandad, the next he’s been taken by ambulance to the hospital and never returns. Dealing with the death of a close family member is tough as a grown up but over the Easter break I’ve had the task of getting my three-year-old daughter to take on board what’s happened.
One corner of High Wycombe is fast becoming a go-to destination for parents of preschool aged children.
The speech of two-year olds is the stuff of adorably cute memories that, if your family is anything like mine, are repeated for decades. Take bizarre names for people and objects, add a dash of accidental comedy genius and combine with an infant’s uniquely surreal take on the universe and you’ve got the recipe for an abundance of special moments. Tilly is no exception and having just turned three years of age and now speaking with remarkable fluency, I took a look at the meteoric and often hilarious rise of language from my daughter.
Take one grumpy preschooler who you have to get out of the door in an hour and cue the threenager tantrums… again and again. If Tilly were to diarise her morning it might look a but like this.
I thought I knew what made my toddler jump with excitement when in fact I knew nothing. Christmas proved underwhelming for Tilly, her birthday rather more fun but my goodness how it paled in comparison to the prospect of a new soft toy from our local Build a Bear Workshop.
Not since Tilly finally got around to walking have I anticipated a stage in her development quite so much as her starting preschool. She’ll be socialising with peers, playing, learning and giving me some much needed time to get on top of everything else. After a tough year, I’m counting on it being the change I need to claw back some control from a toddler-led life.
At nearly three it’s the first year that Tilly has been reasonably aware of Christmas, yet it’s by no means been certain that our bright and rational little girl would accept the magical idea that is Father Christmas.