This is not meant to be insensitive to any parent whose child has a speech-delay issue, but oh my god, there are times when I wish Milo would just.stop.talking. Look, I love love love that his vocabulary has quadrupled in the last two months. I love that he’s starting to grasp the syntax of the English language. I love listening to him play with his toys as they talk to each other. (Except for a few weeks ago when I overheard Buzz saying to Woody, “God damn it! GODDAMMIT, WOODY! Be careful!” in the bathtub. Oops.) I love being greeted in the mornings by him, and I love his sweet-sounding high-pitched voice. It’s wonderful to be able to speak interactively with him, to carry on basic conversations, to watch him as he listens to my requests, comprehends my meaning and then decides to ignore me.
But sometimes I just feel like I can’t take any more conversations about trains, train whistles, cabooses, whether or not dogs can go on subways, etc. I get a little tired of constantly answering the “What’s that noise, mommy?” It’s not like I want to be able to sit around and debate, like, Heidegger and other post-Kantians, but dang, I would love to hang out with him in companionable silence sometimes.
(Please remind me I said this in about 13 years when I’m moaning about how my kid never talks to me anymore because he’s too busy texting while the auto-pilot is driving his hovercraft or something.)