“Again! Again! Again!”
How often does a mom hear these words spoken? I know I have lost count. I am sure it is one of the first words my children learned to speak! I cannot say for sure, though, because the moments with the children all seem to blur into one another: first words, first steps, first time they ate solids, the first time they slept through the night.
Again! A word whose meaning was quickly learned when a food was tasted and enjoyed. A word repeated often when I swung them high in the air like an aeroplane and they giggled in delight. A word shrieked in delight when I ran after them to catch them and “gobble” them up. A word shouted out gleefully as I pushed them higher and higher on the swings in the park. A word asked with high expectations when faces were covered in flour and cookies were baking in the oven.
But now the word is repeated with groans and moans when I ask them to once again tidy their room; practice their musical instrument; sit down and do their homework. What a difference five years can make in the intonation of a word as I, again, remind them to do their tasks. And again, and again.
And when I pass young children in the park, or on the street, I remember once again the delight I experienced when my children were that age and asked me: “Again, mommy, again!”
Do you often say, or hear, the word “again”?
(This post was inspired by Lisa-Jo Baker. The prompt for this week is again)
© Colline Kook-Chun, 2013