When speaking, I have a tendency to mix my metaphors, choose awkward words and create folksy sayings that wouldn’t be claimed by any folk. It is usually in the middle of a passionate story re-telling where my words are paragraphs ahead of my brain. Due to my below average typing skills, these things get edited out when I write…as it should be.
I have gotten used to grammar and phrase correction. Let me rephrase that, I have gotten used to grammar and phrase correction from adults.
I have found I am a little less receptive to language correction when it is my three year old.
A few weeks ago Rhett(3) decided that if he asked a question, “uh-huh” was not an appropriate answer.
In fact, the response uh-huh appears to be an insult to him and the very ground that he walks on. At first, the unwelcomed uh-huh was met with Rhett’s pout and a “don’t say that!”. It has escalated into a full blown tantrum with hands over his ears, stomping of feet and the screeching of “uh-huh is a BAD WORD”.
*insert tantrum here*
I believe the root of his uh-huh angst is that he believes that I am dismissing what he has to say. I am not hearing him. I am brushing him off with the old uh-huh followed by an absentminded nod.
Since that mommy epiphany, I have made a conscious effort to make sure I am making eye contact, responding appropriately and really listening.
It has made NO DIFFERENCE at all. My uh-huh is being met with over-reaction to the three year old degree.
What I didn’t realize was how many uh-huh‘s I use in everyday speech. Now that I have it highlighted with a tantrum extravaganza, it has occurred to me that maybe I do over use the phrase a bit…
OK, maybe A LOT.