The one thing my son can’t stop doing

The other day I was watching my son lying on the field with his friend. They had been playing soccer and were now sprawled out under the goal posts looking up towards the moving clouds above them.  I imagined, for a moment, that they were just reflecting, lying there imagining names for the clouds that were forming magnificent shapes above them. Then I remembered it was my son lying there – which meant quiet reflection was not only not a possibility it wasn’t even something in his lexicon.

My son talks a lot. He could talk for Australia. He never, ever runs out of things to say and if he does he just repeats what he’s said before but with a different angle. Thank God he’s very intelligent so he can think on his feet.

Sometimes I blame myself for this non-stop barrage of words. You see when he was a baby I never ever let him cry. He made a sound and I ran to his side to pick him up or to let him know  I was there. I think this is why he thinks that whatever he has to say is so important.  And, truth be told I am glad that he thinks what he says is important, I just wish he wouldn’t have such “important “ things to say all the time.

Some days it is enough to make me to want to stab my own ears.

His chatter is amusing; he’s got a brilliant sense of humour and an excellent way with words. The fact that he is nearly a teenager means that I’m actually quite interested in what he has to say.  Except when it’s about soccer or x-box games. And it’s about soccer and x-box games A LOT.

He has a lot of the most patient friends on earth who are excited to listen to him babble on incessantly. In fact I often hear them laughing as he goes on and on and on. I think they like it…. And if they aren’t there he is just as happy to talk to himself.  Or to sing. As long as his mouth is moving and it’s not eating he’s happy.

He must be a joy to teach. Not. (His reports are beautifully worded – words like “enthusiastic” and “exuberant” and “sharing of knowledge” are used quite often. We are working on the school part – promise)
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But for all the long stories that I listen to about Liverpool Football Club and Ronaldinho and Louis Suarez (soccer players) and x-box game plans and complicated and intricate ball passes and tae-kwondo kicks, I also get to hear the really important stuff.

It’s not just his mundane thought that he shares with me. Little Pencil trusts me with all his stories. He tells me what’s cool and what’s not with 12 year olds.  He talks to me about his day at school, he tells me what is happening with his friends and all about the little girl that he likes.  When there is a flare up on Instagram (and there often is) he tells me what has happened, how it happened, how he thinks it should have happened, what’s going to happen next….you get my drift?

He tells me what’s happening on Facebook and when someone sends him a message that says more than “Hi” he’s often keen to share it.  You’d be surprised how many tweens send Facebook messages that say little more than “Hi” or “Hey” or “Sup?”

It may sound quite noisy in our house and putting it out here on “paper” makes it seem a little annoying (it can be when  he’s telling you every single play in a 90 minute soccer match) but on balance I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Teenage years are nearly upon on. If we can just talk through those – I think we’re home and hosed.

Have you got a talker? Does your child share their every thought or are they more of a closed book?