Sunday, January 20, 2013

Conversations.

I love the fact that with Buster's increasing verbal skills comes increasing potential for conversation.  Granted, we sometimes have the same conversation, oh, maybe a thousand times a day.  Such as:
       Buster: Where Daddy go?
       Me:  Daddy went to work.  
       Buster:  Daddy ride a bus?
       Me:  Yes, Daddy parked his truck in the parking lot and rode a bus to work.
       Buster:  Daddy ride a gone-o-la?
       Me:  Yes, Daddy probably rode the gondola today at work.

And five minutes later...
       Buster:  Where Daddy go?

I think you get the drift.

But still, I love listening to his language develop and watching his mind start to make connections about the world he lives in.  Just last week, after months of talking about Buster's "baby sister in Mommy's tummy", he started to ask questions.  I think prior to this he has been in a little bit of denial and was using the defense mechanism of avoidance around the subject of a new baby.  Last week, however, something changed.  It may have been that each question he asked opened up a whole new set of questions for his little mind to crank out.

       Buster:  Where baby sister live?
       Me:  When baby sister comes, she'll live in this house with us.
       Buster (looking a bit surprised):  Where baby sister sleep?
       Me:  Well, when baby sister is a little bit bigger she will sleep in Buster's room.
       Buster (now looking shocked):  Her sleep in Buster's bed?!!
       Me:  No, she'll have her own bed.
       Buster (with his eyebrows furrowed):  Who baby sister Daddy?
       Me:  Good question.  Buster's Daddy is also baby sister's Daddy.
       Buster (now showing true signs of paradigm shift):  Who baby sister Momma?
       Me (pointing to myself):  I'm baby sister's Momma.  But I'll always be Buster's Momma too.
     
The conversation continued with a few other concerned questions and then Buster summarized:  When baby sister comes out of Momma's tummy (gesturing as if he's throwing up, or spitting something out of his mouth), baby sister ride a "gone-o-la".  

I decided to leave that summary alone.

My favorite recent conversation, however, took place in the car.  Out doing some errands, Buster's little boy voice piped up from the backseat:  "Momma, where God?".  I tried to explain His omnipresence as honestly and understandably as I could and said, simply, "He's everywhere".  I looked in my review mirror for a response; Buster was just gazing out the window.  Then I ventured a little further, "He can also live inside your heart, if you want Him to".

No verbal response from Buster, just a smile.