Iam in Charge

Iam In Charge

I'm in charge! Ask anyone. Everyone knows I'm in charge. Why else would all my loyal subjects answer to all my needs? They treat me as the most important being that exists. All I have to do is complain a bit and a solution is immediately provided. Heck, sometimes I only have to look like I'm about to complain and the problem is solved. They realize I'm the one running everything around here. It's a very lofty position to hold so I do try not to take advantage. I do at least try to show my appreciation.

Let me go back to my earliest recollections to explain why I believe I'm in charge. It started with only two subjects. They were always there beside me. Sometimes both of them. Sometimes only one or the other. Let's say I felt discomfort in any way. Maybe my tummy felt empty or my body felt disagreeable. I would complain as loud as I could and they would come running. They would bend over backwards figuring out why I was complaining. They would offer food or change my surroundings or sooth my mind. Anything! Until they finally made me stop complaining.

It didn't take so very long before they were well enough trained that they developed a schedule to prevent these discomforts from affecting me so negatively. We all got better sleep because they got wise to the situation. Now it is safe to claim they totally understand that I am in charge.

I thought we were perfectly happy but for some reason the two of them started introducing more subjects into the picture. How was I supposed to communicate I really didn't need anyone else coming around to complicate our arrangement? I didn't understand their antics. These other subjects made weird motions or wiggled their faces in front of me wanting me to respond in a way totally foreign to me. So I complained. A lot! I let them know exactly who was in charge. Eventually they either stopped trying so hard or I played along with whatever they were hoping for and granted a smile once in a while instead of complaining. That always kept them happier.

I even started recognizing some of these others if they came around often enough. Some times my favorite subjects took me out and about bundled in a bucket and turned me over to one or two of these others. I didn't quite understand why but it usually was never long although to me it felt like forever. Of course I complained and let them know I am in charge.

Yet, sometimes they learned to be entertaining so I tolerated them somewhat. I actually did some of the things they wanted me to do like wiggle my fingers at them or put my hand over my mouth then fling it out towards them. It meant a lot to them. Then I could leave with my faves. Seemed like we visited with some of the same ones over and over. Others were scary until I proved I am in charge.

I went from being able to do nothing much for myself except wonder at the world above me to being able to swing my arm over my head to pull myself around to see things differently, then scoot enough to reach a pretty object so I could feel it and taste it. I really liked exploring. Soon I could maneuver all over the place. Even try out uneven climbing spaces. Unfortunately that led to discovering a very unpleasant new phenomenon. These wonderful folks who knew I am in charge started saying a horrible new word I wasn't sure what the meaning was. “No, no!”

“What? Iam in charge!”

They even said those awful words when I tried to explore pretty things on tables and shelves I could reach. I complained. It didn't seem to matter to them but it did teach them to put some things where I can't reach them. But other things they still left within reach and they expected me to know the difference. A severe battle of wills ensued. This was the most difficult huddle to overcome.

Sometimes we traveled in the vroom, vroom. One of my favorite things to do but I have to get in the bucket where I would hear the click. Now I have figured out how to make it click without any help. Ama is okay with that if the vroom isn't moving. But if it is, then she says the awful words.

That vroom, vroom always transports me to different worlds. I close my eyes and when I open them I'm someplace I don't know. Once we went to a place with giant, pretty hills and other magical places. Ada put me in a bucket on his back so I was as tall as him and we would climb, climb, climb. Very exciting. My subjects call it adventure.

Gma gave me a long stick with a foot on it so I could chase a little ball around until I sank it in a hole. Fun adventure. Dia, who looks a lot like Ama but not as tall, is always with Gma. She is very funny. We laugh and laugh. Sometimes she shows me pictures of a horse or a dog. Ama won't let her call them horsey or doggy like GG does.

Dia has a silly shaped box that she rubs with a long stick to make pretty music to come out. I really want to touch and see where it comes from but she says the dreaded 'No, no'. GG got me my own box and gave me a stick but it won't work the same so I beat the box down on the floor instead.

I get to take along some small vroom, vrooms whenever we go in the big one. I really like them and I have one I can ride on, too. One day GG gave me a little subject I could put in my stroller vroom, vroom to push. I clicked it in. Then it clicked out so I told it 'No,no!'.

I've heard some say Iam in my terrible twos. I don't know about that. I don't complain nearly as much as I used to. And as long as they understand Iam's in charge, at least secretly, we'll continue to get along fine.

Glossary terms:

Ama= Mama Ada= Dada Gma= Grandma

Dia= Aunt Lydia GG= Great-Grandma Iam= Liam