Yesterday Emma came around the corner stood in the kitchen solidly on her wobbly toddler legs, sippy cup clutched in one arm like a teddy bear looked up at me and said very clearly, and very sincerely,
"Meeno-Meeno-Mee," I looked down at her, put my hands on my hips and said back,
"Meeno-Meeno-Mee?" she looked up at me, pulled her little eyebrows in together and gave me a look that communicated that I was clearly crazy. I guess I would doubt the sanity of someone who repeated my words back to me verbatim.
Today when we went to drop off first month's rent at the apartment we will be moving into in August she sat up on a stool, put her little elbows on the bar in the kitchen, put hand on top of the other and told me a story. I had no idea what she was saying, but she was clearly communicating something.
All day long I am being very clearly communicated with in a language that I don't speak. I'm sure that sometimes Emma feels the same way.
"No, I don't want to 'go for a ride in the stoller, I clearly told you that I want to watch Caillou," sometimes I understand and choose to pretend that I don't.
A friend told me that her sister was at this stage, as a toddler, and got so frustrated that no one understood what she was saying that she just stopped talking. She stopped long enough that she scared her mother. I believe her mother was about to take her to a doctor when she started talking again, in full sentences.
I can only imagine the frustration that a child must feel at the inability to talk right now. I'm sure she understands much of what is going on around her, and has wants and desires but her tongue cannot oblige her enough to clearly say what she wants, needs, and thinks. To some degree much of her life probably is not understandable to her,
'Why do they keep strapping me into chairs?'
'You give me your hand when I say 'hand,' and yet you insist I say this word 'please' when I say juice,' someday I will explain to her that demanding affection is completely different from demanding beverages. Especially when the person demanding the affection is two and a half feet tall, cute, and came out of you.
I am looking forward to the day when she can pony up to our kitchen bar, lean on her hands and say,
"Mom, guess what I did today?" For right now I am still enjoying the fact that I can scoop her up into my arms and kiss her whenever I want.