If you want a laugh, it’s really hard to go past your kids (or Emily, who may just be a big kid with big boobs)!
As a four year old, Little Yang is a constant source of mirth (and frustration, but that’s not such a funny story – or maybe it is – the other day he went from driving me crazy with his whinging and whining, to cracking me up when I complained ‘Your whining is driving me mad” and he said “You need wine?” (as opposed to whine).
At 11 (can’t believe she is growing up so fast) I get far my eye rolls than laughs out of Miss Yin these days.
But yesterday at the markets, we got a great laugh.
She decided to recount the story of a boy in her class last week calling her a ‘faggot’. What does a faggot mean, she asked?
As I tried to stop the smirk on my face, because ‘faggot’ is, after all, an insulting term, she explained that they’d looked up the dictionary (I refer you to the font of all knowledge, Wikipedia) only to discover that faggot meant:
“a twig or stick, or bundle of sticks”.
But, she said, “I don’t really think that’s what it means, Mum’.
(As an aside Wikipedia also lists that Faggot, or Faggots, is a traditional English dish, common in the midlands, made from meat off-cuts and offal, particularly from pork – going to be cooking me up some Faggots soon, NOT)!
But back to Miss Yin’s story.
With a laugh, I let her know that yes she was right, that Faggot did indeed have another meaning, the common one being of course the insulting term for a homosexual man. And we laughed, and laughed. She said she couldn’t wait to tell her clueless taunter that he’d called a girl ‘gay’, and to call him a ‘faggot’ back. Of course I did counter that if she called him names she’d be a bit of a bully, just like him, only with a better grasp of vocabulary!
She may have rolled her eyes.
I really do appreciate these laughs I get from my girl, even if they are getting few and far between, and it made me stop to think I should be savouring these moments, and the many moments I get with Little Yang when he cracks me up or makes me smile. I should be more diligent in recording them.
The other day, driving home and talking about ‘Mummy’s work’ (Little Yang gets sick of me being on the computer ‘all the time’, as he says), he quizzed me about what it is that I do, and I talked about how I write stories for people to read.
And then he asked: ‘You make people happy Mum?” And I couldn’t stop the grin, as wide as my face.
I hope I do make people happy, at least sometimes, and maybe even make them laugh occasionally.
And I hope you always stop to remember the sweet and funny one-liners and the laughs that only kids can give us.
Like Little Yang, whining: “I’m hungry Mum”, AS HE’S STUFFING A CHEEZEL IN HIS MOUTH!
And Little Yang saying ‘I’m boring’ when he means he’s bored, and…..
PS – And on a more serious note, don’t forget to link up a post here about infertility and pregnancy loss experiences for my first monthly link-up next week (from Monday 18th), or encourage friends and family who’ve had these experiences to share their story or read the posts – sharing is healing. PLEASE SHARE.