I remember several years ago when my older son first discovered the power of words. He would say something “risky” and glance at me, waiting for a response. For the little guy, risky meant occasionally throwing in an “I hate…” instead of an “I don’t like… .” Already he’d discovered the power words hold over people.
Now both my boys are using langauge to define themselves.
My older son, now in third grade, has taken to using poor grammar when the mood strikes him. He knows his writing / former English-teaching mother can’t help but respond. Sometimes I correct him, other times I try to ignore it. It’s his way, I think, of becoming his own little person, growing more and more into his own self.
My first grader has recently christened himself with the nickname, BoB (which is regular Bob with fancy first-grade style). Every school paper includes this new name. Sometimes he adds his new last name, which looks like Heflafe, and is pronounced Heffley, I’m told. Just like his brother, this is his way to leave his own unique mark on the world.
Have your children discovered the power of language? How have they expressed it?
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