Talking

Little Man and I arrived at S’s house about 8 minutes early yesterday morning.  I didn’t want to intrude so we sat in her driveway.  Little Man got out of his carseat and stood while I turned in my seat so we could chat.  We chatted the whole time.  We talked about snow, cars, trains, why S still has Santa on her roof and how it really isn’t a good idea to climb on a snow covered roof.  We talked about haircut’s and how Malia is the only that should cut his hair (a few weeks ago he took the initiative and cut some of his bangs).  He asked questions and told me what he thought of some things.

 

I really loved listening to what he had to say.  What his thoughts are and how he thinks.  He really is growing up. 

 

This got me thinking about families who don’t talk.  I was watching a rerun of Wife Swap yesterday and they had a family who lived together but it was like they were just roommates.  They ate separately; only passed eachother in the house and hardly spent any time together.  It reminded me of Daddy’s family.  They all could be in the same house but if you didn’t know any better it would seem like they were living alone. 

 

I have a friend whose daughter’s go to daycare with Little Man.  One day we were all leaving and I watched as my friend’s husband put their daughters in their SUV and turned on their individual DVD player hooked to the seat.  This really appalled me. Their daughters are 2 and 4 and what a perfect time for bonding then on the car ride home.  These are precious moments in our kid’s life and before we know it they are going to be in school too busy doing homework, sports, and work.  Why not set the foundation now for communication? 

 

I can only pray that Little Man and I can still talk like this when he is a teenager.  That he knows he can talk to me about anything and ask me anything.