Thursday, April 7, 2011

Questioning Angels

I think I heard the angles sing today... Actually, what I heard was better. Simon asked me a question!

I put on my jacket to go to the store, and (like it was no big deal at all), Simon looked at me, tilted his head slightly to the side, and asked; "Where are you going?"

Practically struck dumb with surprise, it took me a minute to answer (while blinking rapidly and thinking I should pinch myself, my dreams have been pretty vivid lately).

I replied, slowly (as though I were the one speaking in a foreign language); "To the store. Do you want to come?"

Simon gave me an apraising look before answering with a simple, "No."

I desperately wanted to keep it going, so I turned to his favorite subject -- food. "Do you want me to bring you some lunch?"

A smile. "Okay. Pizza!"

I imagine this is a conversation Mom's have with their preschoolers every single day. And, if you didn't know us, this exchange would likely seem mundane (at best). Question...answer... basic communication... a couple sentences. Hardly worth trumpeting.

But -- !!!!

Questions! Answers! Reciprocal communication! Complete Sentences!!!!!!!!!!!!

Why did I never learn to play the trumpet? Surely a long, loud, triumphant peel of resonant brass sound would relieve this pressure -- I'm so full of hope, I could burst.

1 comment:

  1. YAY!!!!!!! Go Simon! (and go mommy for working so hard and keeping at it!!!)