I can’t
even pinpoint when it happened. But ever
since the boy started going school, he’s been rapidly building up his
vocabulary and linguistic skills, and before I knew it, we were
already having simple conversations! Almost every day, he would also spring us a surprise with a new word or two.
Here are
some of our recent conversations:
After a bad
tantrum episode, I felt really mad and told him, “Kenan, mommy doesn’t want to stay home; I shall go out to work!”
With tears
rolling in his eyes, he replied, “No, mommy stay home! Daddy go work!”
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One day, I
was driving the boy to school and he suddenly said, “Mummy, be careful!”
I swear I
wasn’t speeding, nor did I jammed on the brake to cause him to issue that
cautionary note. But from that day on, l always remember those words and the cute
little voice that said it whenever I’m on the road.
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I took out
a packet of Milo from the fridge and was about to drink it when the little boy discovered
what I was doing. He wanted a share of it too.
“Kenan,
mommy’s hungry, so you just drink a little and leave the rest for me, ok?” I said.
I handed it
to him, he took a sip and passed it back to me.
“Kenan
drink a little only, mommy drink a lot!” I was absolutely touched that he could resist the temptation to drink more, which he would normally do as he enjoys Milo.
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The boy had
been playing with a balloon for few days. So when I discovered it’s gone, I asked
him what happened to the balloon.
Thinking
for a moment, the boy reported, “Balloon boom already!”
A second
later, he reiterated, “Burst!” and clapped his hands to mimic the sound.
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I’m always the one to tuck the boy to sleep. He refused to let anyone else do
it. Ever since he started talking, whenever I tried to get the hubby to help,
Kenan would always protest saying, “No, daddy go away!” or he would wave
frantically and say, “Daddy bye-bye!” and pushes the dad out of
the room.
After that, the hubby would always tell me how hurt he feels. Poor
thing. He didn’t expect to have such a “mommy’s boy”! After all, he was the one
who’s been so keen to have a child!
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Last Sunday, the boy
was going out with his dad to the usual weekend dinner with the extended
family. I had to stay home to look after my mom, who had just discharged from
the hospital.
“Kenan,
mommy won’t be going out with you and daddy tonight. Mommy has to stay home to
take care of por-por,” I explained to the boy.
“I want to stay home with mommy, I love mommy,”
then he came over and hugged me tightly.
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I'm really beginning to enjoy these simple conversations with my little boy. But will there be a day when I'll complain that he talks too much or asks too many questions (especially those that I have no immediate answers to)?
I hope that if that day comes, I'll learn to be patient with him, so that he will continue to be curious about the world around him and develop a genuine love for learning.
And if you do hear me complaining, please remind me to exercise greater patience!
