A House Full of Whys

I laugh while muted on the Google Meet call. As I get my writing done, the sound of my keyboard gives way to their voices. I hear them talking from the living room. Mostly, I hear her. My laptop asks if I’m trying to say something, and reminds me my mic is off.

“Why, Dada, why?”

“Because the water must stay in the sink.”

“But why, why, Dada? Why?”

“We use the fork for that.”

“¿Por que, Mama? Why? Why, Mama?”

It’s the latest trend in Elena’s toddler world.

She has officially entered this phase of infinite, everlasting verbalized curiosity.

Anything slightly off-script warrants an explanation:

  • Keep the cup in front, not the side. Why, Mama, ¿por que?
  • We have to wait until the dishwasher is full to push the button. Why, Mama?
  • We jump in the middle of the bed. Why, Dada? Why? Why…

There’s a gradual increase in cuteness I get from hearing her little voice perk up at the end of each question. Eventually, it transforms into deep sighs and the thought, “When do I simply say, ‘Because’?”

It’s interesting to notice my body shifting with the fifth, sixth why. It’s similar to what happens when she demands a different stuffy friend to go to school when we’re about to head outside. Or the pull I feel between embracing and hurrying whenever we encounter the cracks on the pavement.

“Mama! Jump!”

I know getting to work on time isn’t an emergency, but maybe a little?

There I am, carrying my bag, hers, a magic wand she eyed right before we left, and probably a book she also wanted to bring for the car ride. Gracefully holding on to all the stuff, her hand, and skipping over lines across the parking lot. Yes, I will start teaching her that whatever she takes out of the house, she must carry. But that’s a goal for another day.

I humorously think to myself, “Why, Elena?” But then my memory reminds me of my former love for line-skipping.

Hi, Good morning! I smile and tilt my head when one of our neighbors sees us on their way back from walking the dog. At least I look normal doing this with a toddler, I reassure myself.

“That was fun, Mamashanta. Now, let’s go to school!”

Why, Mama?

18 thoughts on “A House Full of Whys

  1. Ohhhh I feel this so deeply, Ana. I feel like so much of my time in parenthood was spent stretch between joy and awe for the moment, and the very real presence of logistics and…well, LIFE.

    “I know getting to work on time isn’t an emergency, but maybe a little?”

    THIS. You’ve captured it so perfectly.

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  2. This reminded me of when my little brother went through his why phase. Haven’t thought of that in a while. Thanks!

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  3. I agree with Jess! The whys get less cute, and the answers to the whys gets more complicated! For now, simply enjoy it. I do wish I wrote down more of what my kids said!

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  4. I love how you structured this piece, starting with what you were overhearing and then moving into your ongoing conversations with Elena. You’ve also painted the scene so beautiful, interspersing details within the dialogue. I had to smile at this line, “I know getting to work on time isn’t an emergency, but maybe a little?” Another wonderful post, filled with heart!

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  5. You pictured such a vivid image of your days with Elena. It takes a lot of patience to have a constant why in your ear and you just handle it with so much grace. And what a perfect way to end the slice with her little voice and her favorite new word

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  6. Sooo much to “look forward to” haha! It’s funny because I’m a preschool teacher and gained years of experiences in ages 0-6 before becoming a mom. Now, many stages come with a “hmmm I remember that…”
    It truly is fascinating and overwhelming and adorable all at the same time!

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  7. I hadn’t!! I had just commented on her most recent one and then I saw your comment. I loved that connection!!

    And oh my, I’ll need a mental song to tune to when the whys become more persistent haha

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  8. “Getting to work on time isn’t an emergency, but maybe a little?” This made me laugh ruefully. I remember that push and pull – how I wanted to let their curiosity flourish and also how I wanted to get where we were supposed to be; how I wanted to answer all their questions and also needed a little peace and quiet. I love your phrase, “infinite, everlasting verbalized curiosity” – the world won’t always feel this new to her, but while it does it is both a blessing and a bit of a pain!

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  9. Ana, I can hear the sweet whys? as I read your post (the inflection at the end). It reminds me of my niece’s favourite word right now, “no!”. Maybe not as sweet and definitely more blunt. She’ll be three in April and she’s testing all of the boundaries and exploring her world with a need for more independence. My negotiations with her may take just as long as your explanations to Elena. The only difference is that after the sixth “NO!”, I simply hand her off to her mother! Hang in there, mama Ana! Thank you for a delightful post!

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