“Yellow”

“What’s the color of this shirt, Emma?”

And she would answer almost immediately, “Ye-yo!”.

I used to enjoy hearing her say that.  Never correcting nor reprimanding.

Just enjoying the innocence of it all.

This is one of the many moments I find so cherishable in motherhood.

I don’t correct her, not because I want her to make that mistake, but because I want to enjoy the cuteness of it all.

I know that she would one day say “Yellow”, and I still say “Yellow” when I speak to her, but amazed I will be.

Childhood is such a beautiful picture that contains accents of such memories, etched forever in a child’s life.

Well, it happened sooner than I had expected and almost instantly, she now says “Yellow”.

Clearly, accurately, without batting an eyelid.

“It’s YELLOW, Mommy… not Ye-yo,” she declares, seemingly correcting herself.