Yes I know, she’s pretty darn cute. She’s crazy smart too. Oh and She pretty much never stops talking. Sometimes she’ll talk to me about things she learned at school or some subject she wants to learn more about. The other morning we had a conversation about Rosa Parks and she had me sobbing with pride. Sometimes we’ll talk about my grandpa who passed away when she was almost 3. Other times we’ll talk about what she’s going to be when she grows up. I love having these conversation with her. I love watching her develop into this beautiful, insightful, and sensitive little girl.
Then there are those morning, most morning, where our conversation normally go something like this…
Dear Sweet Daughter: Mom! I love this song!
Me: Me too!
Sweet Daughter: La la laaa la (singing) wait, do you remember that little boy and at that park who threw sand at the little girl? It happened when I was like 2. Do you remember?
Me: Wait, I took you to a park? Score one for me! (thinking to myself) No honey I don’t remember. I thought you liked this song. Could we listen to it?
Cute little girl in the backseat: Sure! laa laa Laa Laa. Hey Mom, do you remember that Lego set I want? Well, if you get that for me I promise I’ll keep it out of Zach’s reach oh and we could build it together.
Me: Yeah for me! I get to build yet another Lego set. Uh Huh
Small Girl: Bla Bla Bla Bla < Not quite sure what she said.
Me: I’m never going to be able to listen to a complete song again! Uh Huh, Honey can we talk about this later?
L: Sure. I really do love this song. laa laa laaaaa Hey Mom, what does “brush your teeth with a bottle of Jack” mean?
Me: Crap! Maybe Ke$ha isn’t the best choice. It’s a brand of toothpaste honey.
Ellie: Maybe we should try that brand next time.
Little Girl in the back seat that will just not shut up and let me listen to this very inappropriate song: Can we go get it when you pick me up from school? Oh and do you remember when I was like 3 and you told me I could maybe get a butterfly nightlight? When you said that to me I thought I might get one someday.
Me: Dear God, will she never stop talking? Uh huh.
Motor Mouth in the backseat: Hey Mom, when you say “Uh huh” like that I know that means you’re really not listening anymore.
Me: I am the worst Mother ever! You do?
Sweetest little girl a Mom could ever have: Yes, but to be honest with you, I really don’t mind. I just like to talk and you can’t keep a girl who likes to talk quiet. So if you have to tune me out, I get it. <- I kid you not! Those were her words.
So the moral of the story, it’s ok to tune them out once in awhile. Just make sure you’re there for those Rosa Parks moments.