By the time he reaches two, Johnny
becomes active and well… more talkative. He labeled everything he saw. “Mommy,
that is a car… that is my milk… this is my nose…” and so many this and that and
those and these.
Honestly, I find him sometimes
irritating especially when I have just arrived from home from the office.
Raising a child that is in his formative years could really be a challenge to
parents. It requires real patience, empathy and determination. Since
Johnny could now talk, he tells me and her Daddy all that he wants to say —
with sense or without, requesting all
she needs to have and all that just want to have. We just need to listen,
address to his needs and restrict if we find that his requests aren’t
practical. I think this is somewhat related to discipline.
However, since my mind set is not
the same as his’, it got to the point where I almost shouted at him at the
telephone. I was asking him if he had eaten breakfast and if his nanny already
gave him milk. She was not answering. In my mind was a question, “Why is this
boy so noisy at home but couldn’t speak of any at the phone?” I repeated and
repeated the question, I made it even louder but still, I got none.
When I arrived home, I heard Johnny
was talking to his Daddy. “Daddy, why did Mommy shout at me? Didn’t she know
that I was nodding…? I was saying yes…” I forgot that Johnny is not yet capable
of putting himself in my shoe, or even in his Daddy’s. He’s still young.
As years go by, I know Johnny is
full of potentials. It is such a blessing to be entrusted by God such treasure.
I couldn’t wait to see a responsible and fine adult out of my Johnny. “What
kind of a man would he be? Will he be like his Daddy…?”
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