learning to blow

We adults take many thing for granted. At least I did. Until I became Little Person’s mummy, and came to realize that nearly everything we know to do, we learned consciously at some point in our lives.

Take for example, the simple act of blowing your nose, or blowing a whistle. The first time LP caught a cold, I wished he could blow his nose to clear it up. Not possible. This was nearly a year ago, and he did not understand that nose meant that funny thing sticking out of the middle of his face. Nor did he know that he could push air through it.

Last month, I found a toy pirate whistle from Kiwi’s birthday. LP thought it was amusing if I put the thing in my mouth and it made a sound. He would put it in his mouth but could not make it sound. Even if I told him to “blow.” I don’t know what thought processes babies have, but surely it would’ve been in the neighborhood of “how the heck does mummy make that sound with that thing?”

But you know what? Tonight, he suddenly got it. Tito Fun had bought him a toy with a whistle on top and was showing LP how to make it make noise. LP put it in his mouth and blew, making a sound. His mouth turned into a smile around the whistle and blew again. Now he gets it. Wow.