I promise to get back to my aforementioned postings about Raising a Child in the City...but I just had to brag on my boy a little in the meantime.
Over the weekend, I noticed the first sign of emotional comprehension in my not-quite-two-year-old. To begin the tale, you need to know that my husband loves Star Wars. And you also need to know that he owns an interactive, voice-command R2D2 robot, which looks like this:
Artoo stands about 18 inches high, moves independently, and freaks my son out. Ever since Benjamin was old enough to know his head from a hole in the ground, he's been afraid of Artoo.
Over the weekend, we had a visit from my sister-in-law, her husband, and two kids. Our six-year-old niece wanted to play with Artoo. So we pulled him out, turned him on, and away went Benjamin, cowering behind Mommy. He was the only one, however, who was disturbed by this toy. Even his younger cousin Macy bravely went over and gave Artoo the stare-down. At one point, Benjamin even gallantly pushed Macy out of the way when Artoo was headed towards her.
Later that day, he looked at me and clear as day said "Scared". I was floored. This was the first time he had ever expressed any kind of emotion to me. I asked him if he was scared of Artoo, and he nodded and said "Scared, R2."
But it didn't stop there. A few hours later, after Artoo had been returned to dormancy, and the incident had all blown over, I was in the kitchen doing something. I hear Benjamin calling out to me "Mama! Look!" It took me a minute, but I finally looked over at him - standing right next to Artoo, with his hand on Artoo's - head? top? Whatever. And with a voice brimming over with pride, he said "I touch it!"
Mama was so proud. I told him so. Several more times over the weekend and since, he's gone over to Artoo, given him a good pat, and told me "I touch it." So proud of my kid, conquering his fear.