Jack has been growling lately and I can’t help but wonder, when he finally does open that little mouth up to speak his first word, what will he sound like? Will he sound like a raspy old man with a raspy dinosaur voice? Or will he sound like a distinguished gentleman with a British accent.
“Ello, mum. Ello, dad. Finally I can chat politics over tea & the newspaper with you.”
Or perhaps he’ll have a rock star demeanor.
“What up, mom? What up dad? I’ve been dying to show you my new guitar solo.”
Could he possibly speak so softly you can barely hear him?
“Hi Mom. Hi Dad.”
Or maybe he will be painstakingly loud.
“Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii Mom. HEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY DAD!!!!!”
Or maybe he’ll speak like an athlete short and to the point.
“Parents. How’s it going?”
How will he sound when he talks and more importantly where will his heart be? Will he be giving and kind or will he take, take, take? Will he be a friend to the kid without friends or may he be the kid without friends? Will he explore the world with curiosity or will he be scared to see the world? What will this little growling person who depends on us for everything be?
What will you be, Jack?
What I know right now is you make us laugh harder then we laughed in a while with your squeals and your growls and your little intense moments where I would pay a million bucks just to know what is going on inside that head of yours. You make us laugh so hard, Jack, from a place we’ve never laughed before.