I took Samuel to Publix with me today to pick up a few things, mainly Gabriel's food, that boy eats and eats and eats! While there Samuel received his FIRST free cookie from the bakery! It was exciting for both of us. I remember getting my free Publix cookies as a child, I was excited to pass the tradition on to Samuel. He enjoyed it very much. He hummed with delight as he crumbled his cookie all over his face, hands, arms and lap. I let him do what boys do best, get messy. And messy he was, with sprinkles and cookie crumbs stuck to his mouth and cheeks. As long as he is happy.
The bag boy helped us to the car. While he was pushing the buggy (with Samuel in it) Samuel talked to him, laughed, clapped, like he does with most strangers. Of course, Samuel's language is not understandable to just anyone. "A buh, buh, buh, bubba ja. A jit tu". This led to the boy asking how old Samuel was and is he talking yet, is he walking and so on and so forth. These questions still always catch me off guard.
As I answered each of his pointed questions I found myself growing more and more discouraged.
"No, he's not talking yet"
"Well, he's walking, but just not everywhere yet"
"Yes, he's 2 1/2"
The boy meant no harm. I know that. I don't fault him. I guess most 2 1/2 year old's that he sees are talking, walking next to their mothers. I don't know. This is my normal. I don't know anything else.
On the way home I put the windows down, Samuel's favorite way to ride. He throws his head back with a gleeful, cookie crumb plastered smile, raises his hands in excitement and laughs the whole way home. This is my normal.
I like my normal.
No, I love my normal.
The bag boy helped us to the car. While he was pushing the buggy (with Samuel in it) Samuel talked to him, laughed, clapped, like he does with most strangers. Of course, Samuel's language is not understandable to just anyone. "A buh, buh, buh, bubba ja. A jit tu". This led to the boy asking how old Samuel was and is he talking yet, is he walking and so on and so forth. These questions still always catch me off guard.
As I answered each of his pointed questions I found myself growing more and more discouraged.
"No, he's not talking yet"
"Well, he's walking, but just not everywhere yet"
"Yes, he's 2 1/2"
The boy meant no harm. I know that. I don't fault him. I guess most 2 1/2 year old's that he sees are talking, walking next to their mothers. I don't know. This is my normal. I don't know anything else.
On the way home I put the windows down, Samuel's favorite way to ride. He throws his head back with a gleeful, cookie crumb plastered smile, raises his hands in excitement and laughs the whole way home. This is my normal.
I like my normal.
No, I love my normal.
Love you and your normal too!!
ReplyDeleteAnd your NORMAL LOVES you, too....You ARE a GOOD MOTHER! And the Lord knows who that special Mom would be to be able to take care of Little Samuel...Love you, Shan & DON'T FORGET THAT!
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