Living in Thailand, our boys have been raised to call the adults in their lives Auntie and Uncle. Relatives and close friends, naturally, but also friends' parents, our neighbors, the guards, store clerks, random passers-by.
When M came back from his first day of preschool, he called me Miss Mom. Miss.
Something about it just pricked my heart. Obviously there's nothing wrong with him knowing the word Miss, but it made me sad somehow. I wondered how exactly he came to learn it. Did he accidentally call the teacher Auntie and get corrected? Did he listen to another child use the word and try it out hesitatingly? I realized that this was the first of a lifetime of things that would happen for him, outside of the home, that I will only ever be able to guess at.
I'll pick him up after school, and when I ask him what he did today, he'll say, "Nothing."
"The little prince, who asked me so
many questions, never seemed to hear the ones I asked him. It was from
words dropped by chance that, little by little, everything was revealed
to me." Antoine de Saint-Exupery.