Growing up, I don’t remember much about conversations with my parents, beyond talking briefly about school, my future and what we were having for dinner. We were not a talking family – at least, not from my recollection.
Let me add that this is my perception, my memories – my siblings’ experiences may be very different.
I’m a talker. I like to ‘talk things out’. I don’t do well with vague suppositions. I hate stewing. I want my words out there. I want to have conversations.
Having conversations with my children, is one thing I’ve always looked forward to as soon as I became a parent. When Monkey starting jabbering away at 11 months, I was imagining long discussions with him. I looked forward to him peppering me with questions, or surprising me with great insight the way only children can.
However, my firstborn is 3, and we have yet to have any conversations. This speech delay is throwing a wrench in the works. We are working on it, but we have a way to go before we can have the kind of talks that moms have with their kids, that I read about all the time.
I know it will happen, I just wish it was happening now. I already have so much I want to talk about with my boys.
“Why is the sky blue?”
“What were you like at 4 years old, Mama?”
“What do you mean I have too many toys?”
“I want to tell you about school!”
“Want to know who my best friend is?”
“Why is Big Bird so tall, and Elmo so small?”
“What makes you happy?”
“Why do you write, Mama?”
“What is a blog?”
“Why is broccoli green?”
“What’s your favorite book?”
“What is kindness?”
“How do cakes rise when they’re baking?”
“How does toothpaste get into the tube?”
“How do cameras work?”
“Who decided that there’d be 24 hours in a day?”
“What’s your favorite movie?”
“What super power would you like?”
“Can we have a dog?”
“What is love?”
What conversations do you want to have with your children?