Aoifespeak

at six
she is just getting the art
of conversation

at two,
she would crawl into my lap
take the pappy out of her mouth
and with the biggest,
sweetest
smile
babble in Aoife speak
a conversation that was funny
and interesting,
and one I never understood.

finally, the words came
but the conversations left.
she would talk to herself
at her dolls
and just look at me and smile

sometimes, a
"he's a sweet fella"
to her baby brother.

now, almost four years later,
we have had a magic summer.
not quite miraculous,
but close enough.
she wants to have conversations
sometimes, they are rehearsed from movies
sometimes they are to her dolls
sometimes they are with me
and sometimes they are even about what I want to talk about.

and my sweet girl has been listening
and has this week adopted my favorite words
in her sweet, high, soft everyday voice,
two weeks to the day that school starts

"Shit, Mommy. I can't find my fucking bunny."

and I am so excited that her language skills are progressing

but, shit, I am going to be in so much fucking trouble with her teacher.

heidi
written 8/6/13

So my sweet girl has me as a bad influence, and this past weekend she treated her father to about 3 hours of f-bombs. Not angry or mean spirited, just useful adjectives.  She ran errands with him because I kept laughing and we were trying to not make a deal of the word. I am stoked at the milestones. Yay! My sweetie is developing conversational skills! Yay! My sweetie said socially unacceptable words!

The poem came about after reading the poems for the Childhood Dreams prompt over at mindlovemisery. I am still not sure if I am going to link it, since it doesn't really fit the prompt. maybe...