Sofia has a very, oh shall we say, vibrant personality. I know this isn’t the first time we talk about this, or the last, but there are times when I stare at that kid and think where did you come from? From the moment her eyes open to the moment her eyes shut she is nonstop talking, sharing every thought in her brain with the world.
Most of the time it is inspiring, hearing a new perspective on the world, it reminds me to put away the computer for a moment, put down my phone, and just listen to the stream of consciousness coming out of this little being. I am afraid I will miss something, some phrase she has picked up or an observation she has made. I’ll catch myself asking her “what did you just say?” and she will always respond matter a fact, certain of what she is saying, almost with a tone of surprise that I hadn’t thought of it, or didn’t notice it myself.
Occasionally though it can be a bit overwhelming. Sometimes we crave a bit of silence and we get louder before it gets quieter. The other night I was painting her fingernails before her princess tea party and I finally told her that we couldn’t talk during finger nail painting. We had to whisper. I wanted to paint her fingernails forever. Even when she is watching a movie or show she is singing along, narrating the story, or talking back to the characters. We’ve been trying to incorporate things she is learning at school, because I know she isn’t this chatty in class, and hand raising is one of them. When we are on the phone, or talking to each other, we try to get her raise her hand and sit quietly before interrupting. I think the key word there is “try”. Last night at dinner Ajay and I were trying to talk about vacations and she kept chiming in. So we told her she needed to sit there and wait. So she did. Then she and I were chatting and Ajay chimed in. Sofia told him that he needed to raise his hand if he had a question. So he did. I said “yes Daddy, what’s your question?” and he said “I want one too” and Sofia immediately followed up with “Sorry Daddy, that wasn’t a question, that was a comment”. We both looked at each other, then turned back to her and asked her to repeat herself. She said slowly, to make sure we understood, “that wasn’t a question… that. was. a. comment.” See? You gotta pay attention or you might miss these things.