Blah, Blah, Blah
By Julie Davidson
We talk a lot to and with our kids. But sometimes I wonder how much they absorb.
I kinda think that as soon as I open my mouth, it sounds like this: “Honey, I was wondering if you could help Mommy blah, blah, blah after school? Then after we do that, we could blah, blah, blah. Oh, I put your blah, blah, blah in the hall closet. Does that sound good to you?”
Maybe they think that I think out loud. Like my words are my brain’s ramblings that I just happen to verbalize within their earshot. Sort of as if they are saying, Oh, Mom is talking again. It’s time to stop listening.
I have been told I talk a lot. But I mean well. I want to make sure I give them all the information they might need.
So I have been discussing paying bills. They didn’t understand how bills get paid via the Internet, and I had a really hard time explaining that. “Well, see, they take the money I owe them out of my account.”
“Do they take cash?” my son Max asked.
I did my best to sort it out for him. “No. But they make it so when I want cash, I have that much less in my account.”
“That doesn’t make sense.”
No, it doesn’t. Poor kid. Thanks to my explanation, he likely thinks there is someone opening up computers and changing bank account figures.
I try to explain about saving money (which honestly, I’m still trying to figure out) and how they should budget money. I have gone over the various things that they might need to pay for, from housing expenses to food.
The other day I gave Max, who is seven, a sort of pop quiz. I asked him what things he thought he would have to pay for as an adult. As he did a headstand next to our bed, he replied, “Water, the sink, and Netflix.”
Whatever. Let them have their blah, blah, blah moments. You’re only a kid for so long. Plus remember the feeling you’d get doing a headstand, upside down with the blood rushing to your head? Good times indeed.