My body just
isn't and will never be exactly the same. Multiple stitches pretty much sealed
the deal on that one. I don't feel like my brain has functioned fully since the
day I got pregnant. I just can't remember things anymore. Seriously, if it
doesn't get written down, it doesn't get remembered. If t wasn't for my SO adored agenda, I would be drowning in a sea of post it notes. I feel like something
happened during my pregnancy that severed the link that converts my short term
memory into long term memory.
In the past couple months, I had a new
realization. When I am with you, I speak in the third person. It started off
that way because I read somewhere that you should refer to yourself in the third
person for the first months of a baby's life. This way the baby can learn who
you are without getting confused about why you're sometimes "Mommy" but other
times "I" or "me." I really think that the fact that "Mommy" was your first word
illustrates how well I was able to speak in the third person. But now I can't
stop.
You're almost two now. You clearly know who I am. Now, it's important for
you to use words like "I" or "me" and learn how they are supposed to
function in a sentence. I know that I shouldn't be talking to you in the third
person anymore. It's just...I can't stop. I mean, I've been doing it for two
years, two years. It's hard to break a two year habit. Believe me, I'm
trying. If someone had told my pre-mommy self that speaking in the third person
would someday be a habit I had to kick, I would have told them they were crazy.
Seriously, I can't stand when people speak in the third person. Sigh, but here I
am.
Do you want to know the good news? There's no difference or change
that I can't get over when you flash one of your smiles. You're worth it all
and so much more.
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