It’s been a few years since I was the mother of a toddler, but Corrie is graciously re-initiating me into the delightful quirks of having a two year old in the house.
These days, it’s critically important to her that we all stop whatever we’re doing to verbally acknowledge whatever she’s talking about. If we do not, she will repeat herself over and over, the volume dramatically increasing until we do. For example, when we’re outside, she says (growing louder with each word), "Sky. Sky. SKY. SKY. SKY-Y-Y-Y-Y…" until I say, "Yes, darlin’, I see the sky."
Or, whenever our dog walks into the room (EVERY time): "Woof. Woof. WOOF. WOOF. WO-O-O-O-F…." And we answer "Yes, Corrie, the dog says woof." I truly think she would continue barking all afternoon until we acknowledged her.
The greatest infraction is if we do not stop the rotation of the very Earth itself and run to the TV with her EVERY time Joe finds a clue: "A cwoo. A cwoo. A CWOO! A CWOO! A CW-O-O-O-O!…." "Yes, darlin’, praise the Lord in Heaven, Joe has found a clue."
As with all toddler behavior, I laugh to imagine what it would be like if we never outgrew these tendencies. Can you imagine if every time I went into Wal Mart I said, "Bath towels on sale. Bath towels on sale. BATH TOWELS ON SALE. BATH TOWELS ON SA-A-A-A-ALE!…" until everyone in the store ran to agree with me?
Though as I write those very words, I have to wonder if that tendency isn’t just a little bit responsible for my desire to write a blog. I sit here typing in my kitchen, in my sweats, saying, "My kids are cute. My kids are cute. MY KIDS ARE CUTE. MY KIDS ARE CU-U-U-UTE!" Agree with me! Leave a comment! Affirm me!
Alright, so maybe I haven’t outgrown it after all…