Over the last year and mostly the last six months, Asa has really had a language explosion. We started with a few single words and a few signs, then went onto two word combos, and have now branched into the world of full sentences. Don't get me wrong, the sentences are not always elaborate but this gift of language has been a gift to me in getting to know this vivacious child. He tells me all about what he loves (Choo choos, baseball, football, golf, soup, his outside bike, Clifford, soccer kicks), what he's afraid of, and what he needs. Sometimes I am surprised at how much he can communicate with his little toddler vocabulary.
Within this blossoming language adventure, his manners are an area that have really begun to melt my mama heart. We have always tried to teach about please and thank you, but it hasn't been until the last few months where those have really started to sink in. Mostly simple lessons like "more" needs to be "more please", and that it is always important to say thank you when someone helps you out are coming to fruition.
A great story relating to this- I was sitting on the couch (around 6:15 AM) still in complete zombie mode and quietly overhearing a conversation between Josh and Asa. To be honest, I'm not even sure exactly what they were talking about or doing but Josh was handing Asa something and then he turned to Josh with a big, toothy grin and said, "Gank goo, Da!" He then proceeded to tell him 'gank goo'- his version of thank you- about ten more times for various things. I couldn't help but chuckle and I knew that Josh was grinning in there, too. Hearts melted.
Those moments are not even about the accomplishment of teaching your child the right things to say but more about seeing the beginning of generosity and giving. It is more about the look in their eyes as you see the understanding that they are thankful that you filled up their tea or peeled their banana and they know how to express it! Once again, heart melted.
I will be the first to say that we are just in the beginning of our two year old phase but so far this gift of language has made the parenting experience come alive in ways that it wasn't before and I am loving it. Every sticky, messy, smudge-y, squirmy inch of it. Each new word, sentence, and expression are a joy to hear and I find myself looking forward to what he will learn to say next. Who knew that this would be such a joyful part of mothering?