As a mother I worry. While I like to think that my worry levels rate pretty low on the scale of mother worrying I still do it. I can’t help it. John, he’s the Dad, worry is not in his job description, so as the Mom I’ve got to pick up a bit of the slack.
Currently I’m worried that Ivy may have a speech problem.
She seems to add this superfluous “mmmm” sound to the beginning of everything and let me tell you, in addition to worrying that her new speech issue will affect her fluency and general communication, it’s beginning to drive me crazy.
We tried working on it today:
Ivy: “Mom, can I…”
Me: ” You already have my attention just say can I, you don’t have to say Mom.”
Ivy: ” Mom, OK but…”
Me: “No, don’t say Mom, just say OK.”
Ivy: “Mom, OK, Mom can I…”
Me: “No, hear the “mmm” don’t make the “mmm” sound.”
Ivy: Mom, can I…
A speech therapist I am not.
Then we went to Farm and Fleet and she continued to make that awful “mmm” noise. Except the “mmm” had evolved into a full fledged “MMMMMOOOOOMMMM!!!!!” complete with lots of tears eliciting quite a few looks of pity from other shoppers.
I think they must have been worried about her speech problem too.