Jp doesn’t learn much incidentally. For those who aren’t in Speech Therapy, that means that he doesn’t just hear things and pick them up on his own…often. They have to be taught and quizzed and repeated over and over again until your brain starts to feel like a heaping bowl of oatmeal. Which means, he has to reeeeeeeally hear the word tons and tons to actually pick it up and learn it, much less use it in the correct and proper context every time.
Even if you don’t mean to.
Let’s take, for example, my son’s new favorite word: “Shoot”. He likes to play this little motorcycle app on the Iphone and some of the levels are incredibly difficult so, when he reaches one that he needs a little help mastering, he will bring it over to mommy to help him. Guess what? I’m not that good at it, either. But since he’s a little vague on complex concepts like, “Dad is better at this but he is at work but he can do it when he gets home”, and even if he did understand, he’s three and a three-year-old has a patience level that is, like, one iota over instant gratification on a good day. So…mom has to play the game and pass the level or deal with a category 5 storm of tantrum aftermath for no reason at all.
So mommy plays the level. Because mommy takes too much aspirin as it is.
And, as I stated above, I’m not very good at it. So it is a ton of trial and error here. Apparently, every time I am not successful and the little motorcycle falls to it’s fiery demise, I am yelling, “Shoot!”. Which is why, now every time that he can’t complete it, either, he yells out the very same thing.
Really, kid, really? That’s what you’re latching onto here?
At first, I was mortified. When your child can’t say many things that a child his age can, the last thing you want him yelling out on the playground is “Shoot!” But then, I realized, it’s hilarious. It’s so funny that every time he does it, I can’t help but bust out laughing. Plus, he tends to learn things in one context so he only does it in the motorcycle game so what’s the harm, really? Which is why, when my husband started teaching him, “Pfffft..whatever”, as a little game that they play, I didn’t say one word.
Because it’s HILARIOUS.
Maybe there are a million and two things that I could do differently as a parent. Probably more, honestly. But there is nothing, and I do mean, nothing cuter than hearing a toddler say, “Pffffft….whatever” as he spits all over himself trying to ‘pffft’. Talk to me in 8 or 9 years…probably not so cute. But right now? ADORABLE.
So I have to say that I am just not sorry.
Not sorry that we are making memories that will last a lifetime and while they may not be ‘appropriate’- they will be ours, not sorry that I will not make the cover of Mother’s Digest (is there such a thing?) any time soon and I am fine with that, not sorry that I refuse to follow all of these “rules” that moms are supposed to follow. Maybe it goes back to the fact that my mom was a super pushy, rule following, “No refined sugar” mom. Not that didn’t love her, because I truly did…but I didn’t grow up thinking she was very much fun, either.
Maybe you are shaking your head right now and yelling at the computer screen, “But Amber! Parents aren’t supposed to be fun! We are supposed to be raising men and women for the world!”. And maybe you’re right. Maybe I am too interested in enjoying my child and not fighting battles that I should. But that’s okay because we are just us. We have fun, we’re silly, and every so often, we eat animal crackers for breakfast. Maybe, just maybe, I should be more strict but I think I pick my battles where I need to and where it’s important. Maybe I will be more strict one day. The world in parenting is full of uncertainty and one thing I have learned is that everything you ever say that you will never do…always happens, am I right?
But, for now, all I have to say about that -in the wise words of my Jpeezy- is, “Pfffft…Whatever!”.
I'm just living minute to minute, hour to hour, day to day.