My daughter has asked me to teach her how to whistle no less than a million times in her short 6 years of life. No, I didn’t keep track but it feels like a million. Do you realize it is actually hard to teach someone (especially a determined child) to whistle? I would say how, I would show her how and then I would whistle. That would anger her and her blood would boil. “Mom it isn’t that easy. Why can’t I just do that,” was her constant reply.
Her determination was partly from her plight of being the second born. She loves doing anything her older brother can’t or hasn’t even tried yet. She loves competition. (as long as she has forecasted the odds in her favor) So many sessions have been spent on whistling with no change, no luck and lots of spit. Just watching her was entertainment enough sometimes.
She recently stopped asking, which was sad. I knew she had given up on her dream. But to both our surprise this morning she came into the kitchen beaming. She asked me to stop making lunches and listen. She then went into a continuous whistling fest.
She then declared, “I know what has been holding me back all this time mom from whistling.” I then asked her what it was. She said, “Losing all my teeth was the best thing ever because I can finally whistle!”
Then the rest of my morning, I fought the urge to not ask her to stop whistling!!!
It makes me wonder what physical attribute we have that we consider a road block… And the exhilaration if we could change it.
I am excited that she can whistle since she is toothless, but part of me also wishes it gets a little hard again when her teeth return! 🙂