Yesterday it happened.
The day that I secretly wished would somehow never come to be.
I knew it would someday…but I thought that maybe, just *maybe*, by some cosmic good fortune, I would be able to escape the inevitable for at least another 22 years.
* * * *
I was playing with Henry on the floor and leaned over “Henry, give Mama a kiss”….
”NO!” and he ran away.
I froze. My eyes widened to the size of saucers. My jaw dropped. I crumpled into a cross legged ball in the middle of the living room floor.
Shocked.
Not because my son didn’t want to give his Mama a kiss. That happens plenty.
But IT has happened:
Henry has learned the word “No”.
Oh, how I loved the little “yeshes” of months past which have slowly turned into a confident and loudly resounding “Yeah!”
So sweet. So cute. So perfect.
If he didn’t want a banana he would furrow his little brow and wave an arm…indicating he wasn’t interested. But never did I hear that dreadful word.
I kinda hoped he wouldn’t actually know how to say no until he was 23 or 24. Sadly, I was wrong, and I now mourn. I may wear black for a few days. Pay no attention to it. It’s just me being really dramatic.
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yeah, i hated that day too!
umm… we’ve been there for quite awhile now. and with a LOT of emphasis on it, too. be thankful for the year and a half you had!
Caedra said “yes” before she learned to say “no” too. Wasn’t it wonderful?!
I’m so sorry.
=)
oh damn…there’s no hope for me then is there. Hmmmpph!
It’s sad, isn’t it? Unfortunately I’m used to it, since it was Kaitlyn’s FIRST word.