Chatty Son is Music To My Ears

Sometimes when a mom chooses to stay at home, she worries that her education will go to waste. Little by little caring for little ones kills off brains cells. We cut everything at the dinner table into tiny pieces. We're doomed to forever speak in the third person.

And then your child turns ten-years old.

He soaks up every detail of every subject that interests him like a human sponge. And he informs you about those topics every chance he gets. At first this makes the remaining years of parenting seem like three consecutive life sentences.

I've taken to calling my ten-year old Encyclopedia Brown. Want to know about sharks? Ask my son. He knows the difference between each type dating back to pre-historic times. I can't remember the brand of orange juice I buy.

Want to know about the solar system? My son can tell you about God's work in such detail that you'd think he was God's personal assistant when the world was created. Yet, this is the same child that can't remember to zip up his pants.

But if you want to know exactly how to jump through the molten lava in the Mario game, he will tell you step-by-step. I know. Once we walked to the church and he didn't take one breath the entire forty-five minute journey. I can play Mario in my sleep, yet I've never once actually played the game in real life.

The secret is to look as if I am busy and enjoying what I am doing. Sure enough, my boy will interrupt because he has something sensational to share with me.

Every stage of childhood is unique with its own challenges and blessings. Sometimes my ten-year old and I simply annoy each other. I nag because he has to do chores. Ugh. But more often than not, he's my right hand man. He wants to please. He wants more responsibility. He wants to soak up that praise more than any trivia he's memorized.

So one day I slipped a love note in his lunch. It had been a particularly hard week and he'd made it difficult for me to ‘catch him doing good.' So I told him how much I loved him and that I was sure that we could work through this time together.

My son floated on air once he read the note.

Sure, he can talk a leg off a donkey, but that endless chatter in my ear while I drive, walk or cook is the sound of a happy kid. I don't worry anymore about dying brain cells. Encyclopedia Brown here is restocking my supply like there's no tomorrow.

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  • Guest

    I have never understood it when women say that they are bored at home, and that they have to work outside the home because they're not being challenged or being home wastes their education and talents.  I think that if a woman is bored being home caring for her children, it's because she lacks creativity.  It reminds me of that British woman a couple of years ago who publicly proclaimed that her children bored her.  I want to shake people like that.  There are so many people who long for children and can't have them, or have children and would love to be able to stay home with them but can't afford to.  Then there are people like her who don't even appreciate their kids.

  • Guest

    We are often bored by things we do not care about, Claire.  Think about that, and what it means regarding the British woman you mention … and far more seriously, what it means to her children.

  • Guest

    This is a great article! Our kids have a big enough age range that I know that with some kids, the chatting pretty much stops at adolescence and you would give just about anything to have those forty-five minute descriptions of lava-jumping with Mario ringing in your ears.

    I have never been bored by my children. In fact, they have challenged me in ways that I never thought possible. Children are all so different, unique and teach us all different things about the world and ourselves. I have a university degree and have never thought I was "wasting" it by staying home with my children. Are only "uneducated" women supposed to stay home with their kids?

    Enjoy the chatting! It is the voice of life!

  • Guest

    Bored?  At Home?  Why just this morning my daughter proudly presented me with a beautiful picture that she drew – of 7 toilets!  This while my son (2 years old) was sampling the wax fruit!  And if I happen to get bored in the midst of this random creativity and experimentation, there is ALWAYS the laundry!!!

     Great Article!

  • Guest

    My son (who is now 8) has been the encyclopedic sponge since 5.  In kindergarten, he wrote a Human Body Encyclopedia (including illustrations) of the Digestive System, the Skeletal System, and the Muscular System that rivals anything a high schooler would know.  (I'd have to look up a couple things myself!). 

    He's moved on to so many topics. 

    I think his next interest will be the Civil War since we got to visit Vicksburg and Chattenooga (no…I cannot spell!) on our CAR drive from Texas to Massachusetts. 

    I absolutely LOVE this quality in the little guy.  I look forward to the next rattling off of facts, information, knowledge.  The best discussions, of course, are the religion discussions. 

    And his younger brother and sister are waiting in line, and I couldn't be happier. 

    I have degrees in physics and engineering.  According to the world, I should certainly be out working in the field and raking in all the money I could.  For what?  To miss this?  No way.  (just someone pray that I don't boot the 3 year old out the window.  She's just a stubborn as I am!)

  • Guest

    Dear Ipioch: It's the stubborn ones to whom you will attribute your gray hair!  I thought I was stubborn until my youngest was born.  One day, when she was 7 (!), I was trying to get her to do something in a sort of back-handed way; she stood there with her little fist on her little hip and, in the most condescending voice, said, "MOTHer, don't try reverse psychology on me: I know all about it, and it won't work!"  And promptly stomped off!  (It never did work on her, either–still doesn't!)

    That was 31 years ago.  She is alive and well and living 860 miles away….and still as stubborn as ever.  And, when she complains to me about her stubborn daughter, I just laugh.

    She's had a hard life because of her stubbornness, and I feel bad for her (sometimes).  But, in my frustration, I keep reminding God that He made her for His own purposes, and He's going to have to deal with her.

    Good luck!  Laughing

  • Guest

    I just keep trying to remind myself that this trait in her can become a good thing in about 20 years.  But she's gotta live that long (and we have to keep praying and forming her that long) for us to see it!

  • Guest

    im ten but im a girl