Do you remember a time when your child was a cute little immobile drooling new born? When you would whisper to them, “I can’t wait until can walk,” or “I can’t wait until you can play catch,” or “I can’t wait until you can wipe your own butt”. It can’t be only me. I remember whispering those sweet nothings into my little boy’s ears until one day, he was running (me ragged), feeding himself (and the floor), and using the bathroom (not just the toilet, sink, or bathtub).
There was a time when I wished my little man, could walk and talk. I talked to him all the time. I told him what was going on around him, what we were going to do, and what we were going to eat, to which the response was always bealjdljdnadincadkds lkdnasflnacjnac alkdnaslcnsakcd. Now? He talks to me, actually TALKS to me, and ASKS questions…TONS of questions. His favorite question? Why? Mommy, Why that man walking over there? Mommy, Why that lady in her car? Mommy, why we have to go shopping? Mommy, why that man sweating so much? Continue reading