I love my daughter Lisa. I love her growing sense of the world around her. Lisa is such a bright kid. Her memory astounds me, her focus is intense, and her talking never ends. And it is what she often talks about that leaves me with a huge smile on my face.
Lisa’s favorite things to talk about? ‘Someday’ and ‘Sometimes.’
My daughter seems very intent on understand this thing called life. She wants to understand what happened to her before, as a baby, and what she will experience later, as a big person, you know, big like Mommy.
Lisa informs others that she will be baptized someday, when she is eight years old, which her daddy says will happen in five more years, when she’s eight. And then she’ll get to go into the water. Here’s our conversation from a few days ago:
Lisa: Someday I’ll be baptized. I’ll get to be put under the water. And then what will happen?
Me: Then all your sins will be washed away and forgiven. Do you know what sins are?
Me: Sins are when you do something you know you shouldn’t do. It’s when you make bad choices.
Lisa: After I get baptized then I’ll get dried off with a towel.
Me: And Dad will baptize you because he has the priesthood.
Lisa: And first he’ll say a special prayer.
Me: That’s right.
Lisa also greatly looks forward to the day when she will get married, often saying, “Someday I’m going to get married and get a special ring.” Did I mentions she’s very girly? Hair twirling included. The other day she was asking more about who she would get married too, and asked if she could get married to dad. I said she couldn’t, because I’m married to dad, and you can’t marry your dads, but you could marry someone who will love you just as much as your dad does (to which Josh said, “Impossible!” and then played the song “I loved her first” one of the only country songs he enjoys, and cries to).
The other day we had this conversation, about ME getting old, you know, someday:
Lisa: Mom are you going to be an old grandma someday?
Me: I hope so. When you have a baby someday I will become a grandma.
Lisa: I already have a baby (I think meaning Michael).
Me: No you don’t. When you become a mommy, I will become a grandma.
Lisa: What about dad?
Me: Dad will become a grandpa.
Lisa: Mommy. I don’t want you to be an old grandma.
Me: Me neither! Not yet! I want to be a young mom.
Lisa: I want you to be a young mom too.
With a new baby in the house, and pictures and videos of her and her sister around the house and on the computer, she is working hard to understand how she used to be small, like baby Michael. She often says, “Sometimes, when I was a baby, I didn’t have any teeth.” or “Sometimes, when I was a baby I didn’t know how to crawl” and so on. She says it about being in mommy’s tummy, about being in a crib, about talking, and more. And it’s always sometimes, in the plural, which is pretty darn cute.
Lisa is a special girl, and I love getting to know this child of mine. I love knowing what she’s thinking about, and she’s often very obliging in this regard (she is usually talking and narrating her every thought).
Do your kids like talk about the past and the future? Even at three years old?