Butter wouldn’t melt right!
That face – this adorable face – you’ve probably seen it many times but hey, it sucks you in doesn’t it?
And lately the chats do too – little snatches on the way here and there, sometimes full-on conversations. They take me to places of sheer joy as I marvel at a four-year-old’s unique perspective on the world, as I swell with pride at his unexpected insights, as I laugh at what he says and the funny ways he says it.
(This about his ‘play-school’ – that would be pre-school – the other day.
“Sophie says I made in China boy. So cool.”
“Where the wery wong car?” he asks, at the roundabout near my work where the day before we’d seen the longest limo I’ve ever seen, just presuming it would be back there again waiting for us! As you do.)
The more he could converse (he’s now quite the chatterbox after a slower start), the less I’d imagined he’d whinge. I’d hoped that, clung on to that prospect, in the midst of major three-year-old meltdowns.
Did I hear you snigger?
Guess what – well now he just whinges with MORE WORDS and with the confidence of having learned to be a conversationalist!
An expanded vocabulary of whinging – just great (and still the most annoying words ‘Mum’ and ‘I want’, repeated ad nauseum).
And his whine seems to have risen (or maybe that’s my blood pressure) so that it sounds an octave higher, reminding me of the THAT sound of fingernails scratching down a blackboard.
Oh I’m sorry for reminding you too, but hey, you get my desperation.
And so my voice rises, shrill like those mean step-mothers in the movies. I up the decibels to get over the top of him.
I’ve waxed lyrical about my Yin yang yelling before and I’m feeling particularly guilty after reading this Wall Street journal article.
I’m working at it, really hard – trying to follow these tips.
And I have to accept that if I can be an attentive conversationalist with my kids one moment and a screaming banshee sometimes, then Little Yang will alternate between charming chatterbox and world-champion whiner too.
It’s a case of taking the ‘good with the bad’ – for both of us.
It’s a case of taking the ‘bad with the good’ in all our human relationships, in life itself – a Yin yang compromise equation.
And would I trade the sort of chats you can only have with a four year old for a whinge-free life? Well sometimes, but not really.
It’s all good. If that’s how you choose to look at it.
What compromises do you make in your household?
Do you reckon it’s worth taking the bad for the sake of the good?
Linking up with Jess for IBOT, because it’s Tuesday.