"Mama, mama. Mama. You hear that 'tweet tweet tweet' bird over there? What kind of bird is that one Mama?"
"Hmn. I'm not sure sweetie."
"Hear that Mama? 'Tweet tweet tweet'?"
"And you hear that one up there on the hill Mama? It goes 'caw caw'. That's a crow Mama. You hear it?"
"Yes. You're right, it is a crow."
Five minutes prior to this conversation I was ready to run to the forest as fast as I could. We were having one of those afternoons and my girl was all over me. I was begging her for just a few minutes of space. Just a few minutes of quiet. She was amped up, and using that voice (you know, that one) and she couldn't be more than three inches from me at any time.
A little exasperated I went inside and made a batch of popcorn, and we sat down in the sun for our afternoon snack. The popcorn quited her chattering, and she started listening to the sounds around us: the frogs, the creek, the breeze and the birds. Mid snack, she came over and gave me a big ol olive oil and yeast covered kiss and said, "Mama, I want to sit with you on your lap. Okay Mama? Let's listen to the birds."
"Okay sweetie, let's listen to the birds together."
And so we did.