Socrates, Shakespeare, Ellison, García Márquez, and a Toddler
July 15, 2016
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My a-little-over-two-year-old son is finally speaking. Expectedly, some of his language is clear to anyone, and some of it only becomes clear to me after several renditions of the speech pattern and a lucky guess. Receptive comprehension was never an issue, but my husband and I took full advantage of his inability to repeat our commentary, which I know is problematic moving forward, yet I continue to offer my invaluable insight on social happenings, politics, or random life observations peppered with a host of colorful and creative terminology to anyone who will listen. Maybe it’s the hormones; maybe it’s the sleep deprivation, but I’m not all that motivated to censor myself.
Sometimes when an adult asks Little Man a question he will provide a quick, “Yes,” and sometimes he means what he uttered. And, there are those times when the gravity of his agreement supersedes a simple affirmative acknowledgment. When asked if he enjoyed his time at a park, for instance, he provides a low key and dragged out, “Oh,” accompanied by a concerned and serious facial expression appropriate for the conversational setting. It’s adorable. But, neither my husband nor I knew how he came to develop such a sweet and funny articulation…until last weekend. I do that, but decidedly less cute and endearing. So, I’ll remember this example when my luck finally expires, and my son joins the masses of toddlers expressing their unique identities…by expressing a parent’s.