Wednesday, May 30, 2012
When Cordelia was just learning to talk we happened to run into some acquaintances one summer evening. These acquaintances have a boy who is about a year and a half older than our girl. His mother said, "She's talking now, but just wait there will be a day when you wondered why you ever taught her to talk." I was a bit perplexed, the statement seemed to be rather harsh coming from a woman whom I know to be a loving mother. She laughed as she said it as though it were a funny joke to her and moved on with the conversation. Still her words had an impact on me. I wondered if there would be a day when I didn't want to hear my own child speak. How could such a thing ever happen? Ever!?
Well, I am proud to report that it has not happened, but I have come to understand the joke at this point. My daughter talks all of the time. Every waking moment must be discussed, in detail, with great repetition. She has a curiosity that knows no bounds. She wants to absorb all of the information, to saturate herself in words that help her to understand. Generally I am happy to hear the inner workings of her mind. I love to know what catches her interest. I love to hear her little voice. There are admittedly times when the constant vocal barrage may get tuned out, but for the most part it is a happy and amusing part of our life.
Adding to this new phase is her desire for explanations. She has started asking "Why?" Sometimes the questions are simply answered. For instance, she will ask, "Mommy, why do I have to go to bed?" I can give her a quick and easy answer. Other times she will ask me something off the wall, something like, "Why do spiders have to be real?"----Ummmm???? Anyone?