TRURO - I remember the days when Aiden was just learning to speak, saying only a handful of words.
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‘All Things Mommy’ columnist Sonya Thorne and her two-year-old son, Aiden, who dressed up as a tiger for Halloween.
Now, at almost two-and-a-half years old, you can carry on a conversation with him. He repeats everything, picks up on everything, and has a very impressive memory. Say something once and he will never forget it.
Often times he will repeat a past conversation that the two of us had to someone else, confusing the innocent listener. For example, he asked me when his baby brother, Camryn, was coming out of my belly. I explained that he will come out soon, and not long after, Santa will come!
It sounded reasonable to me, until he repeated these words to a stranger.
He said, “Baby brother Camryn coming out of Mommy's belly first, then Santa.”
This woman must have been wondering why I was telling my child that I was giving birth to a jolly man in a big white suit.
One morning, at 6:25, Aiden woke me by yelling from his bedroom, “Mommy, I putt putt in my bed again.” He wanted to share with me that he passed gas while in bed. I woke with a smile and a giggle that morning.
The giggling continued when we went to playgroup and he told the lady who runs the program that he putt putt. At least he proceeded to excuse himself. I just don't know which was funnier, him telling her that he putt putt or me having to explain to her what the word meant.
I am not used to having to watch every word I say. Not that I use curse words, but there are some words that just aren't toddler appropriate. I take full blame for Aiden using a four letter S word when he dropped his toy tractor the other day. Oops! He was so innocent, I ignored it thinking if I didn't make a big deal of it he wouldn't purposely say it again.
It makes things easier now that Aiden can better express himself. He told me he no longer liked his race car toddler bed. When I asked why, he told me because it had monsters.
Knowing this, I was able to make those monsters disappear. He will tell me when he's mad, scared or just feeling silly. He will also look at me and say, “Mommy, I'm happy.” Hearing your child tell you this is priceless.
It is a close second to hearing the three words that bring tears to your eyes. The first time Aiden told me he loved me (on his own and not in response to me telling him first) was in the laundry aisle at Walmart. He tugged on my jacket and when I turned to him he simply said, “I love you, Mommy.”
Right then and there, we hugged for what seemed like a long time. I am sure the people who had to move around us and our cart didn't share my enthusiasm, but it is a moment I will never forget.
Since then, Aiden has told me he loves me many times. He also tells me stories about tractors and dump trucks (100 times a day) and frankly just doesn't stop talking. All day long. According to his daddy, he gets that from me. I don't mind because I love the sound of his voice and his ever-expanding vocabulary. But ‘I love you’ will always be the sweetest words he has ever spoken.
Words that I hope he never outgrows.
Sonya Thorne is a former resident of Truro who now lives back home in Newfoundland with her husband and two-year-old son. Soon there will be another addition to their family, making for more column material as her days as a mommy get that much busier.