Bless me readers for I have sinned, it has been six months since I last wrote a blog entry in Corbin’s voice. At first, I thought this was because the arrival of Hamish made it more challenging to get to the computer. And, although this is true there is another reason why I have not blogged stories from Corbin’s perspective. It actually took me quite some time to realize why. But, it’s simple. Corbin Roome has his own voice.
He has his own mind and his own ideas. He says what he wants to do and when he wants to do it. In fact, he says what he wants others to do and when he wants them to do it. He directs us when we play with him as though he is a traffic controller and we are merely the McQueens and Tow Maters in his make believe world. His imaginative play is exceptional and entertaining. Just last weekend when the douvet was off our bed and on the floor, he dove into it and quoted from Maurice Sendak’s book repeating “kneaded and punched it and pounded and pulled until it was just right.” Then he climbed on board his airplane and he was off.
Corbin has his own way of moving through the world. He has his own relationships separate from those of his family. Relationships that I rarely get to bare witness to. The world he inhabits at daycare is important to him and every now and then Deb relays stories to me that remind me that he is his own person. Not long ago she called in the middle of the day to tell me about Corbin and his friend Sophie. They were sitting together at the toddler table doing puzzles – an activity that they do quite often apparently. At some point during their activity, Corbin looked up and said, “Can I help you with your puzzle, Soph?” To which she replied, “No, you have your own.” He looked at her and explained, “But, hon, I’m finished mine Sweetie.” Apparently, Soph was sufficiently charmed to allow him to assist with her puzzle even though she didn’t really need the help.
Just like every Mom before me. I hide presents in my bedroom closet. Last week, Corbin found a Lightning McQueen Piston Cup Lego set. He came bounding out of my bedroom beside himself with excitement. Loch took the Lego away and I explained that it was his birthday present from Nana and Grandad but that his birthday was another week away. He was upset at first until we talked about what a great gift it is and how wonderful it will be to receive it. He has talked about the lego set every day. While it was only in his hot little hands for less than five minutes, it seems he took in the entire picture from the box. He knows that there is are Lightning, Doc Hudson & Top King lego cars and he knows that on his birthday he’ll get to open that box. The anticipation has been mounting and two days ago he asked me if he could help me wrap the present. Shame on me for thinking that because he knew it was coming, I didn’t need to wrap it.
Hamish goes to bed before Corbin and we put on Enya music. I know, I know but it’s soft and soothing and it worked for Corbin at 5 months. As soon as Corbin climbs into bed he insists that we turn off Hamish’s music, which he says he doesn’t like, and that we put on John Denver. This CD is a collection of train themed songs given to him by my parents for Christmas. And he’s addicted to them. He walks around the house singing City of New Orleans and Atcheson, Topeka and the Santa Fe. His other favorite artist is also a John – Johnny Cash. When he starts singing Folsom Prison Blues, he takes his pitch down a couple of octaves and twangs, ” I hear the train a comin’, it’s comin’ round the bend and I ain’t seen the sunshine since I don’t know when…” His singing is further showcased by the up and down cowboy lifts of his eyebrows. Now, tell me. How am I supposed to assume the voice of an individual who does this? Clearly, he is on his own.
So, today on this 19th day of March in the year 2009 as Mr. Corbin Roome turns 3, I state for the record that the time has come, the time is now. You’ve got your own voice, my love, use it well.
Happy Birthday, my Prince. I love you.
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