The English language… or any language for that matter has escaped me. I am in a sleep shortage. We have a 6 mo old visitor who had yet to sleep through the night. I no longer communicate with actual words but have reverted to gesticulations, head nods and sound effects. If you think you hear a parrot squawk… chances are it’s me…
Little mister is fast approaching 2 years old and his extensive vocabulary is astonishing. That said, he randomly strings together words in a sentence and looks intensely into your eyes willing you to understand. “Up the nose”, “out the window”, and “I make a poopy” are current favs.
I love his fervour and passion as he endeavours to use language to make his needs known.
We could all learn a thing or two from him about the importance of what we say and how we say it:
A) choose your words carefully
B) make eye contact
C) make sure you are understood. If not, repeat a&b
I am a 40 + Canadian gal who feels like I have lived many lives. My current life consists of raising 4 foster babies ages 4 and under. It is crazy. It is hard. And it is so very good. In my spare time (insert laugh here) I am multi certified/licensed as a fitness instructor and working on more. Mid life crisis much?
I often find myself in a place where within the messy chapters of my life (Depression is part of this makeup of mine), I occasionally find my voice and feel compelled to share. This may only be because I am more extroverted than not more so than because I have something life altering to convey.
I hope to openly and vulnerably share my life with a huge dose of humour and maybe a pinch of sarcasm.
The underlying premise of everything I put forth is my faith which is grounded in love, hope, forgiveness, and grace.
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