My daughter has learned to say I love you! It warms my heart everytime she utters alabyu mommy! And because she’s been progressing so very fast (in our opinions at least) with her vocabulary, communicating with her is also becoming a breeze. Relatives and friends have been pleasantly surprised by her ability to talk. I’m not sure if this is because of comparisons with other kids or she is extraordinarily talkative. Whatever it is, I am an extremely proud momma. While I still need to work on more on some delays, such as she still uses the binky but only when she goes to sleep at night (and this deserves another post on what I should do and if I should be alarmed by now), and people find her too thin, I am surmising I and the hubby are still on the right track in raising her. I stand by my doctor’s advice that as long as she doesn’t get sick, there’s nothing to worry about. I’d like to think that it’s old school when you equate being healthy to being “fat” in kids. She hasn’t so much as caught colds in the last year (pwera usog po). And though she consistently gets bitten by mosquitoes (darn those insects!), she is relatively untouched by viruses and bacteria.
Back to her talking prowess, I know I’ve turned into a stage mother on some occasions when I try to show her off. I am especially proud that she never had to stumble with her Rs and Ss. I guess it helped we didn’t do babytalk, which I emphasized over and over to her caregivers back then. And while I wanted her early on to have English as her primary language, I wasn’t successful in imposing this to my folks who has been spending a lot of time with her. Nevertheless, I’m still a very happy mom.
Aside from uttering the magic words (I love you), I find it sooo cute when she says:
– Hi daddy whenever the hubby comes in the room.
– Ba-bye and see you!
– Si mommy lang when she doesn’t want anyone but me to feed her;
– Halika na mommy when her dad is the one trying to put her to sleep and I’m still not done with the dinner chores (with matching hand and head gestures);
– Ako na when trying to be independent and feeding herself;
– Sleep na si Barbie o, akyat na sya stairs at lie down na. Goodnight! (her fave game todate);
– No more laman to her empty milk bottle;
– Can count to twenty;
– Sasama sa office! (Although this breaks my heart every morning)
– Kawawa naman si ate, referring to a cousin who was left behind.
– The whole Bahay Kubo, although she stumbles with patola and insistently says palota;
Among other things, she also tells one heck of a story whenever she sees or experiences something new. Like the sky is clear after a morning foray into our grotto, or how the moon and stars are bright after staring out the window, or observations on children playing and crying on the streets. I love how she can identify about 80% of stuff in her primary books, even umbrellas and zebras. I hope this is a prelude to her becoming some sort of storyteller or writer in the future. As I posted some two years back, I am wishing that I could instill in her a love for reading, just like how I whiled the hours away in my youth. I just know that it will let her travel far and wide, both literally and figuratively. We have since moved on from her first ABCs and 1-2-3s to fairy tales. I can’t wait for her to pick up her first novel, which she will devour like a lion hungry for prey. I long to see the day that the reading bug will bite her, and she would want to go straight to bookstores instead of toy stores.
With that I also hope that she doesn’t turn into a Math dumbo like me.