Tonight Jackson and Lily went out back to play while I cleaned up the dinner dishes.
Earlier, when I’d picked Jackson up from school I explained that I had a headache and wasn’t feeling well so it was going to be a very quiet, relaxed night. This didn’t, however, stop him from relentlessly talking over his sister, telling ten thousand stories and asking twenty thousand questions between pick-up and dinner.
So, I was selfishly enjoying the quiet while they played outside. Just as I turned the vacuum on to quickly tidy the back room, Jack popped his head in and started talking – again.
Sure, I could have turned the vacuum off. But, I saw his face and knew he was either telling another story or tattling on his sister who was still happily swinging. No one was bleeding. No one was crying.
I kept the vacuum on, shook my head as I pointed to my ear. I then motioned to the backyard and signed ‘play’. He cocked his head as if a pup being given a strange command, stood there for a second longer, shrugged and turned to go.
Not my proudest moment but I did fall in love with sign language all over again.