My son is now talking. In sentences. He’s making conversation.
He says, “Mom, I need help. Come on, Mom. Come on!”
“You can do it, Ove. You’re an independent person,” I say.
“I not pendent person. I Ove!” he says.
He can pull the step stool to the sink. He can turn on the water, and pump the soap. And still we have the same conversation in the bathroom at least four times a day.
He says, “MOM!! I need wash my hands, Mom. Mom, wash my hands!”
“You can wash your hands, Ove. I know you can,” I say.
“I need step stool, Mom. MOM! Step stool!” he says.
“You can get the step stool,” I say.
“Mom! Mom! I need the water,” he says.
“You can turn on the water,” I say.
Etc. Etc. Etc.
And I’m sure you have experienced this classic toddler conversation:
Me: What, Ove?
And so on. I’m thinking of a new family rule: thou shalt not take the name of the Mom, thy Mother in vain.
When Ove was born, like all of you new mothers, I wondered, what is he thinking?
Well, now I know.
He’s thinking, “MOM! Mom! Mom! Mom!!! MOM!!!!!!”