Wheels on the Bus
Sunday evening found us driving home from Forest Lake, a bit after Essie’s bedtime. She still tells me “bach seat, Dada” if she wants some company on these longer drives, but this time she seemed just fine with Mykala and me in the front, and her in the twilight in the backseat. Now, Ess talks a lot lately, most of it narrating or monologuing about what she is doing and what she is imagining as she plays. A lot of diapers changed (“put onna keem”), a lot of tucking in and napping. More recently, she plays mama and baby (pig/giraffe/monkey/spoons/pair of shoes), and one of them says “I love you” and gives a kiss. But during the drive, she wasn’t playing with anything in particular, so instead, we hear this:
Up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down
People on the bus go up and down up and down
I felt a feeling of accomplishment (hers, ours, mostly hers) where two years ago she could barely move, had no teeth, couldn’t understand us. And now she’s singing “Wheels on the Bus” as we drive home. We are not yet at a stage where her learning and changing are any source of melancholy for a passing phase we’ll never see again. Instead, her transformation from helpless to thoughtful and willful produce unalloyed joy in her parents.