One thing I didn’t know before becoming a mom was that my #1 responsibility would be to become Chief Question Answerer. I’m like a human Google, except with a really slow processor and access to about 1/4 of the answers this mini-human throws at me on a daily basis. This girl bounds out of bed in the morning (after 5 minutes of grumpy grunting) and immediately starts with a smile and the questions:
Is there a moon in every city + every state so everyone can see it at all times?
If the earth is round how come we don’t fall off of it like I fall off of a ball when I stand on it?
Why aren’t Nick Foles and Tom Brady ever on the football field at the same time? Who made THAT a rule?
How many players are on each team?
Why don’t girls play football?
Did you know that Jojo Siwa ________? (Disclaimer: I literally can’t answer a single question about Jojo Siwa. But her name is fun to say, eh?)
WHY CAN’T I HAVE MORE SUGAR? YOU ARE RUINING MY LIFE!
Do pigeons REALLY take baths? How? Who tells them to take a bath?
Does Mars have rings around it?
If there were a fire and we were upstairs, would you throw the mattress or a trampoline out for me to jump on?
Why were some people mean to Martin Luther King?
Why do I have to go to school AGAIN today?
I LOVE the questions. I love seeing her little brain process and soak up information. And challenge information. And ask more questions. I love learning what mini-conversations are going on in her head and learning what she’s worried about (football and fire recently) and what she’s into (Jojo and space.)
I hope she always feels this free. This curious. This confidant to ask as many questions as she needs. I definitely think I’m in need of an internal search engine update to keep up as she grows. But I wouldn’t trade one bit of this mom thing, this constant question asking, this eternal exhaustion for a minute. It’s pretty awesome (and now for more coffee.)