As the boys babble there are many times I cannot even comprehend one syllable. There are times when I feel I can understand everything. I previously have been correcting the boys about the difference between hot and cold. Okay who knows what they understand, right? I have always thought that speak to them as adults, and we all will remain a little more sane. So we are walking hand in hand in hand the three of us out to the car from daycare. I am asking them about their day. I am pretending that they asked me about mine.
I am feeling all "motherly" and "in control". To put me in my place once again enter an almost two year old with a great vocabulary.
Nathan says "hot".
"No baby" I reply, "It is cold"
"Hot" he restates.
"Cold" I say. "It is cold, that is why we have on coats and hats. Cold. See the snow?"
"Snow" He replies. "Cold."
"Yes" I say with pride. "Snow is cold. It is cold outside."
"Hot" He says at he tries to catch the steam from his breath with his red glove.
"Yes, baby" I reply with tears in my eyes, "You are right, your breath is hot"
So there I was again schooled by an almost two-year-old. Schooled in the importance of perspective and listening.