Monday, October 31, 2011

Compound Words

Sean often, very often, will call me "Momdee" or "Dadmee." Maybe I'm not spelling it correctly, but do you know what I mean? He combines "Mommy" and "Daddy" by saying about half of each word.

He calls Josh the same concoctions of mommy and daddy. He mushes both words together and makes it a compound word.

Beyond the language hiccup, does it reflect the way he understands his mother and father? Does he think of us as two halves of the same coin, the name of one is also the name of the other? It certainly is not something he has come up with from example; I don't call Josh or myself "Momdee" when talking to Sean. I try to make it a point to model proper words and grammar so that Sean will learn the correct use of language.

If it does reflect his understanding, isn't it a lesson to us? A child's parents are one. It reaffirms what God already tells us; two become one in marriage. The married couple sets the foundation for a family.

Or have I taken this too far? Is it just the imperfect language skills of a two-year-old? Maybe. But even in the little things, I think God reminds us of his plan for us. Reminds us that a husband and wife become one.

Friday, October 28, 2011

Last night Josh had a meeting so I had to get the boys to bed by myself. I am not always so good about getting them in bed on time when Josh isn't around. Sean asked to sleep in my bed, I was tired, so I said yes. So we all laid down in my bed: Sean, Paul and I.
Sean decided to sing to Paul, which he has done before. Sean sang the songs he knows to Paul: ABC's, Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star, You are My Sunshine, and Wee Willie Winkie, (the version we sing to him where the little boy's name is Sean instead of John).
Sean doesn't get all the words correct, but he gets almost all of them. And it is so sweet to see Sean care about and love on Paul.

As folks have asked me how it is having two boys now, I have realized that I think it is easier having two boys than only one. At least in some ways. Sean is such a help in little ways. Sean can talk to and comfort Paul when I can't be because I'm fixing something hot on the stove or in the bathroom, etc. Sean will often throw away Paul's dirty diaper for me. He will almost always pick up Paul's pacifier, only touching the edges, when it falls out of reach. He will give Paul his pacifier if Paul gets upset. I have even caught Sean talking to Paul, singing to him, giving him a hug and telling Paul they are best friends. That makes a momma's heart melt. I really hope they will be.