My brother in law Dave beat me to the punch in sharing about something that happened while he and Susan and Joy were visiting us here in Yorkshire last month. Okay, let’s call a spade a spade…I’ve had plenty of chances to write this post since they left, and just haven’t. I could make excuses like “I missed them after they left and it was too painful to write” or “I’ve been up to my ears with work and getting the house ready to be viewed” or even “my trial sub of MSOffice expired and I lost data,” but the truth is that I have been neglecting my Lettuce. And so, in a sort of an echo, let me share with you the rest of the story that Dave cleverly wove into his sermon yesterday.
We were sitting around being amazed that Joy has learned several words, not the least of which is “sock.” Susan was keen to show me, while changing Joy’s nappy, that she can now keep my perfect niece occupied by asking her what her socks are called and waiting for Joy to respond. It’s always a good idea to keep a 13 month old occupied as often as you can, because it lessens the number of times said cherub wiggles off of whatever he or she is perched on in a desperate attempt to GET AWAY.
The conversation shifted to include the fact that, as Dave mentioned, Joy has yet to say Mama directed at Susan. I heard her say it a few times, but it wasn’t while she stared adoringly at my sister. More realistically she said it to her mittens, but at least she’s saying it. She calls everything either socks or kitties (imagine Daisy’s reaction, since to her kitty is something bad that will scratch her eyeballs out, when Joy toddled over and lovingly called her KitKee!) or Dada. Simon mentioned that maybe he thought Joy was just calling Susan “Sock” because, after all, it starts with an S and seems to be something that Joy loves.
My imagination was lit like a powder keg. I mentioned the name of the book that Dave talks about in his blog, but also said that I could imagine Joy in about 13 years, an emotionally turbulent and possibly petulant teenager, gazing into her sock drawer, brows furrowed and knuckles white…”Are you there Sock? It’s Me, Joy…why won’t you answer me???”
Okay, maybe it was only funny to us.
We had a great time with Susan and Dave and Joy. I had thought and planned and worried over what we could do while they were here to make them absolutely LOVE the part of England where we live…but it turns out that wasn’t what the visit was about at all. It was about hanging out with family. It was about watching Joy experience a new country. It was about taking notes for when Simon and I take trips with the children we hope to have.
And it was about the smile you see on that little face in the picture above, and the laughter that followed.
Love you, Dave, Joy, and especially you, Sock. To absolute bits. Thanks for a fantastic visit. See you in a few weeks!