My speech pattern has been irreparably damaged, I think.
When you are encouraging your kids to speak, experts say that you should narrate everything you are doing. I think most of us parents find ourselves referring to ourselves in third person. You cease to be a “me” or “I,” and become “mommy” or “daddy.”
“Mommy is going to make dinner now.”
“Daddy doesn’t like it when you yell.”
“Mommy has serious Elmo-fatigue. Mommy would like to watch Yo Gabba Gabba instead.”
“Mommy wants you to come eat dinner.”
And on and on.
Before you know it, you simply don’t use pronouns at home anymore. You become your title, even when speaking to your spouse. “Daddy, please pour me a glass of wine.”
No wonder pronouns are one of the parts of speech that little kids struggle with the most. We’ve butchered them or made them largely extinct in day to day life around the house.
As we’ve worked on Stella’s communication problems, I’ve noticed that pronouns are really the last great frontier in the parts of speech realm. Whenever she sees a picture of herself, she says “That’s Stella!” So we’re working on the pronouns. It’s harder than you might think to once again take ownership of the first-person. I feel like Bob Dole in the 1996 presidential election. “Bob Dole won’t raise taxes.” “Bob Dole likes Viagra.”
I have to exorcise my Bob Dole.
As a parting shot, the weekend was crummy but I got some cute pics of my kids.