It seems like Jack is learning a new word every day. It is just amazing watching him turn from a baby to a little boy. As every parent will tell you at this stage, I just want the time to slow down, yet I find myself so amazed and excited at each passing day to see the development and growth. His understanding of the world is so much greater than I ever could have imagined a 1-year-old to have. This is definitely the copycat stage. If I am stirring a pot on the stove, he wants to have a spoon and to be held so he can stir the pot as well. If I am sweeping the floor, he wants the broom right after so he can sweep the floor as well…..wait maybe he is making an asshole statement about my housekeeping come to think of it?
He will stand next to me as I water the sad excuse for a vegetable garden (more on that later, but basically 100+ degrees = mostly dead veggies) and then I need to hand him the water cup so he can pour water….well mostly all over himself, but he tries. Anyway, basically this is all to say that he amazes me. I am trying to soak every second of this up. For the first time in my life I wish I was on a realty show, just to have a camera crew around to capture everything he does so I can look back on it someday.
With all the things Jack is starting to say regularly, “Ball” is definitely his favorite. It is his go-to word. The other day I went in to wake him up from a 3 1/2 hour nap and he popped up and was like ‘Ball! Ball! Ball!’. Like he was saying ‘good you’re here now where the hell is a ball?’…..perhaps “Ball” is code for drugs? Not sure. Kids these days, I tell ya what.
Jack’s uncle, my Big Butter, had a same affinity for the word “Ball”. My mom said he would point at absolutely everything that was round and shout “Ball”. As you can imagine, this knowledge is both heartwarming and heart wrenching all at the same time. On the one had it makes me miss my mom so much. It makes me literally tear up and crave her to be here, to be experiencing this little human alongside me. But on the other hand, it sort of feels like a connection to her.
The way I am feeling is maybe how she was feeling when Butter was this age. I can picture her in my mind, doing the same things I am doing, having the same thoughts, smiling at the same things, watching our babies so closely and being so amazed by them. So while we are apart….it sort of feels like we’re together to.
Mother-effer! Now I am crying.