Recently Kaden has started to respond to nearly all of my motherly requests with the following matter of fact statement:
Naturally, he means, I am. He says it fast and with authority. He usually fires at me, “I yam, Mom, I yam.” Mind you, he usually is not doing what I have asked of him. The other evening we were cuddling on the couch, way past a suitable bed time for a 3 year old. “Kaden, you need to close your eyes,” I whisper at him, as I loving stroke his forehead of blonde hair. Without missing a beat he retorted, “I yam, Mom,” his eyes never leaving the television screen. I smile to myself, chuckling inside at the inflection in his voice. A couple more minutes pass. “Kade, you need to close your eyes,” I push, more firm this time. “I yam mom.” I quickly inform him, “your eyes are wide open.” He thinks for minute, looks up at me with his big blue eyes and says, “you’re not closing your eyes.” True. Very true.
“Kaden, that’s because I am the Mom,” I say, thinking I’ve outwitted him with a simple answer. “I yam a Mom too,” he responds, so matter of fact like that I am taken aback. He continues to stare at the TV. I can’t help but admire his quick thinking. If being a mom means you don’t have to follow the rules, it was worth a shot to try to pretend to be one. “Nooo…my son, I am THE Mom,” I coo back. Thankfully, he’s satisfied with that answer.
After one more time coaxing him, he relinquishes to my requests, snuggles into me, closes his eyes, and falls to sleep. Special exchanges like this remind me how lucky I am to get to experience this special bond with my children.
I yam lucky.