Through The Eyes of a Child

***Today’s post was written by my mother, who occasionally can be found commenting on my blog posts under the pseudonym “GRANMAMMAMAAAMAMAAAA,” or simply “Granmama.”  She has wanted to start a blog of her own for many months now, which is a complicated process for a person who doesn’t know what a Gmail™ account is.  She’s not dumb—she just needs guidance in most things technological.  Really, can you blame her?  I don’t know what I would do if Poor Kyle wasn’t such a willing tech guy.  Therefore I, being a slacker daughter, have not yet helped her start a blog.  What I have done is asked her to write a post for me this week, which she willingly did.  It has helped me immensely, inasmuch as I’ve been feeling somewhat uninspired lately.  So be nice and comment; I’d appreciate a warm welcome for her.  Please, let’s all help make her first foray into the blogging world a pleasant experience.  –Camille***

Through the Eyes of a Child


My first born in the wilderness saw life pretty much the way I did.  I understood her way of thinking, the things she wanted out of life and why she did what she did.  When my last-born, Camille, came into the world, she had a completely different view of life and how it should be lived.  Her engaging eyes were an easy target for innocent shoppers at the grocery store, who were minding their own business.  Camille’s fluttering, flirting, fast grin caused grown men to engage in goo-goo-ga-ga baby talk to this blue-eyed wonder.

If I pointed out the cracks in the sidewalk, Camille saw alligators hiding in the swamps of overgrown weeds on either side of the cement.  When we looked at the clouds in the sky she saw lions and tigers and bears, oh my! A bumpy washboard dirt road on the Hopi Indian Reservation was license to start a one-girl chorus of strange and unusual sounds.

Camille loved little bottles and shiny rocks.  Her goal in life was to become a famous mineral scientist who would find exotic diamonds to make into sparkly necklaces which would embellish her princess gowns.  She was fascinated with castles and royalty.

Books were her friends and words were her weapons. Favorite books had to be read, re-read, and read again. One time I entered her room to see 12 books spread out on her bed, each opened to a different page.  When I asked her what she was doing she informed me that reading one book at a time was too boring.  She had decided to read all twelve, one page at a time, to see if she could keep the plots straight in her mind.

My biggest mistake in raising Camille was introducing her to the literary classics.  She soon became infatuated with Anne Of Green Gables. As a mother I was thrilled that such a wonder-filled book was a favorite [notice the CORRECT spelling of the word] of my third grade daughter. Obsessively Camille read this book over and over again.  Soon she had multiple copies, numbering nearly ten.  When her dad and I bought her the movie for Christmas it was watched so many times we thought it would wear out.  Even Grandma was part of the Anne Of Green Gables infatuation—Camille would spend Saturday nights and Sunday after church at her grandma’s house, enthralled in the lives Anne and Gilbert.  She started to talk and think like Anne, and eventually made it a goal to live in Canada just like the heroine of the well-loved series. (I guess she got the coasts mixed up, since Anne’s story takes place on Prince Edward Island in the east, and Camille ended up in Southern Alberta in the west.)  I thought it was cute and a phase that would pass.  Look where this obsession landed us—Camille forever living in the land of the arctic cold!  Curse that Anne, Gilbert, and all their connections!

Camille sees life as a puzzle with pieces to put together.  Any new gadget we purchased had Camille figuring out how to install, use, and maintain it.  She segmented, classified, and sorted situations, people, and events to make sense of them. If something was hard to fit into its specified niche, Camille turned it a different direction or moved it to another location to make it fit into life’s puzzle.

Seeing life through Camille’s eyes has taught me to examine who I am and where I really fit into the giant scheme of mortal existence.  It has made me become a deeper thinker who tries harder to move the pieces and make them function. She has taught me to pull back, look outside the box, and say “Why not?”

Thanks Kayleen, for the picture.

This week I looked at the Arizona Temple Christmas lights through my grandbaby’s eyes.  His one year-old wonderment at the grandeur could only be captured in “oh,” after “oh,” after “oh.”  I am again seeing life in a different perspective, through the eyes of a highly intelligent, exploring, gigantic spirit captivated inside a little body that has become quite mobile but that cannot fully verbalize his intense amazement at this earth life.  He, too, will teach me a plethora of new points of view.  As I view the world through his eyes I will learn.  I can’t wait for the journey (and will make sure to burn all the remaining copies of Anne of Green Gables before he learns to read.)

About Camille

I'm Camille. I have a butt-chin. I live in Canada. I was born in Arizona. I like Diet Dr. Pepper. Hello. You can find me on Twitter @archiveslives, Facebook at, instagram at ArchivesLives, and elsewhere.
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24 Responses to Through The Eyes of a Child

  1. Holly Decker says:

    welcome mom…
    what a splindid post.
    though you may find a lot of differences between you and Camille, i can see that you also have a knack for writing as she does.
    i would be downright flattered if my mom ever wrote such a post of me.
    i happen to love both of your daughters. though i never knew of Camille’s greatness during my high school years… she shines brightly in my life now as a married mother to be.
    and so- all i have to say is, great job on the two of them, though as different as can be- they are both splindid ladies! :)

    Camille… i am thrilled that the guest was your mother. i just might have to copy you and have a guest “blogger” on my blog.
    *sigh*… if only i was more original!

    ironically i have been thinking a lot about Anne of Green Gables. why? because Alicia told me she was watching it the other day. and i began to think back to how much i loved that movie. and how i got the soundtrack and would act out every part possible. i always dreamed that i would be dancing in a field and my “Gilbert” would come and surprise me by taking my hand. and yet, Anne and i, we really have nothing in common… but i love her just the same.
    brilliant book.
    just brilliant.

  2. Cristin says:

    Very nice. My mom started a blog, so I know that your mom could too. When she starts a blog, let us know so we can link to it!

  3. Anonymous says:


    Well said.

  4. a Canadian friend says:

    What a lovely inspiring message, Camille’s Mom. I’ve often thought, behind every great author is a brilliant Mother. You have raised two kind and thoughtfull women. We are in your debt. I wish you all the very best, and at least a few more beautiful, gifted grandbabies.
    You’ll make an excellent blog author. Heck, you made one already.

  5. Allison says:

    What a wonderful post! Camille, I think you should get your Mother set up with her own blog. This was a great start!

  6. Heber Austin says:

    Fantastic subject, I personally love hearing stories about the children the adults I know once were. What a perspective time gives. Thank you.

  7. bRAD says:

    I loved this line:
    “Books were her friends and words were her weapons.”
    I want to try to read 12 books at once. It would be very interesting.

  8. niki says:

    Very lovely. And well said. I see where camille gets her writing skills from.

    Camille, you are very loved and appreciated. Isn’t it the best, hearing about yourself from your mom?! They always seem to portray their offspring in a way that no one else could. I love when my mom talks about me. She makes me feel so good. Like I could conquer the world or something. I guess that’s how most of our mothers view us.

    Great post. Good luck to your mom and her blog. I’ll be a reader!

  9. Kyle's Granny says:

    Good job, Granmama! To my way of thinking, one of the mandates we are given before OUR TURN ON EARTH, is to develop (nay, “exploit”) those talents and attributes given to us. You saw that happen, and no doubt contributed to it, with the rearing of Camille. What a legacy to bequeath to your descendents! When Kyle and Camille get to the right stage, they will add to your posterity in rich abundance, I’m sure, and you will be even greater blessed in having started another era of readers and writers, not to mention genuine “deep thinkers”.

  10. raygon says:

    This was a great post! I loved it. What a good idea to have your mom put something up. Like you, she is a talented writer. (or you are talented, like her. whichever way works) I love her explaination of you. It is so real. This was a good idea. Way to go!! (did I spell that correctly?)

  11. whitney says:

    Bravo! One of the best posts so far. Camille now you really have to move back home so your mom can be a guest blogger all the time or Hurry up and help her start her own blog so I can read it all the time.

  12. anon10 says:

    That was great! Your Mom does need her own blog!

  13. WhoNose? says:

    Absouloutely fantastic!!!!!! Thank you Thank you Thank you for being such a great mom and writer!! Camille truly is your daughter!
    BTW Camille, favorite doesn’t look right to me anymore if it’s not spelled favourite.

  14. anonymous says:

    oh yes this was very entertaining. i would read her blog. you both have a similar style i see where you get your talent from.

  15. Granmama says:

    You all are very kind. I do like to write and my favorite topics are those I love. Thank you. My writing style is as uniquely mine as is Camille’s. Her creative writing skills are witty, wise and wonder-filled. I have been nagging her for years to submit her writings for publication to a magazine. She is weary of my encouragements. Do any of you have any say so in persuading her to submit to publishers? It would be my crowning jewel in my tiara of motherhood if Camille would publish. Please encourage my cause.

  16. lindsay says:

    this was wonderful! i’d addicted to camille’s blog, and learning even more about her from her mother’s point of view is truly entertaining! thank you!Please come visit again!

  17. HeatherPride says:

    Welcome, Granmamamamama!!! (I hope I spelled your name correctly – hee!)

    Of course I don’t know Camille in RL, but from what I know of her on her blog I can totally see her doing everything you described above! You are both special women, and if you start a blog you must let Camille’s readers know so we can come and visit you!

  18. Geneva says:

    Lovely! Great choice of subject. Everyone who reads this blog will be delighted. And Camille, way to go with the guest blog idea. May have to steal it.

  19. jeffallan says:

    It really was a smart smart smart idea…..i’m going to get my mother to spill the beans on me, on my newly created blog. If she can tear herself away from playing the organ in the lodge.

  20. jami says:

    that was wonderful. I love listening to you talk, and I guess that now I equally love reading what you write.
    Please start a blog!

  21. truly a great post. Your connection with your mom quite reminds me of my connection with mine. Great post. Loved it. :) My mom has just now managed to figure out how to put a comment on my blog, so I am not so sure she could conquer a blog of her own :) sorry for the delay in reading and commenting.. this week has flown by me.

  22. anonymous says:

    WOW!!!! This is the BEST blog I have ever read! Way to go Granmama!

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