Baby Talk: The Universal Language
Was there one thing you SWORE you'd never do when you became a mother, and now you do it all the time? Yeah, me too. Bold proclamations, especially when it comes to child-rearing, are best to be avoided.
There were 3 things I announced long before having children that I would NEVER do once I became a mother:
1. Bombard friends and family with photos and/or videos of my child, especially if said child is sitting in front of them at the time.
2. Open food for children while in grocery store (before I’ve had a chance to purchase).
3. Absolutely no baby talk. First, I found it nauseating when overheard in public, and second, I was an adult after all.
Ummm… what’s the first lesson I learned here?
Oh yeah, NEVER make proclamations or sweeping statements of any kind. Blame it on the hormones, my new iPhone or our precious little bundle of joy, but upon delivering my first born, I wanted to share the countless photos and videos I took with everyone I encountered (strangers included). I’ll never forget the afternoon a friend was visiting. My little gal was crawling in front of me and I was sharing a video of her crawling from the day before. In a very Oprah-like “aha” moment, I realized I needed to rein in the over-sharing, and I’ve been able to keep myself in check ever since.
Regarding the opening of food in a grocery store, I’ll keep it simple. If your toddler is having a full-blown temper tantrum in the middle of Aisle 6, you will in fact open up a package of string cheese and give them a tube. You will, and it’s okay.
The baby talk, however, snuck up on me. It started innocently enough with a few “cutie patooties” and before long was a full-blown second language. And it wasn’t just me. My husband joined in with his fair share, too (though as of this writing he strongly denies ever saying “stinky winky”). This universal language, which comes so naturally, isn’t SO bad, though, is it? Okay, don’t answer that. I suppose the best we can do is try and keep it confined to the walls of our apartment so we can avoid too many curious looks in our direction… the same ones I used to give in my proclamation-declaring days.
Confession-time: What’s one thing you do now as a mother that you swore you never would?
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