When Danny talks

I always have the fear that Danny will grow up to be so Canadian and one day he will think differently about his mommy because mommy is too alien to him.  After spending less and less time with him since Lucas arrived, the worrying isn’t getting any lighter.  He says “Thanks mommy” when I am not expecting it.  He is growing up fast and giving me little shocks here and there all the time.  And also he is bringing new words to me which I don’t understand. Sometimes I question myself: “Is this still my Danny?”

I know this is inevitable as his mommy was raised in a totally different culture than him so I just tell myself to enjoy the time being with him as much as I can.  And one day if it really becomes unpleasant between us, still I have many warm memories.

Danny was not an early talker( I guess one of the reasons is that he doesn’t have a talkative mommy).  But when he started to talk, he brought us lots of fun:  That was back when he was still the only child in the house:

One morning, Danny woke up and climbed to our bed, sleeping between us,  and giving us kisses.  I said “Daddy is stinky”, referring to his morning breath.  Danny said right away:” Yeah, daddy, go change your underwear!”

One day, we were at John and Jude’s place, for dinner.  Kids were all downstairs in the basement playing already when we arrived.  I asked Danny: “Do you want to go downstairs to play with the kids?”  He nodded.  I lead him to the door of the basement.  He leaned forward, bent down and yelled “Hi kids, do you want to play with me?”

One morning, I was dressing Danny and he made a noise with his bum.  I looked at him and asked what that was.  He told me:” There is a bubble in my bum. ”

Thank you my Danny, for all the happiness you brought to mommy.