Your mother occasionally makes the comment to me that we don’t talk, which sounds off alarm bells in my head. It took me a while to learn, but your mother has a “Talk Meter” she needs to keep filled. It’s like The Sims where characters in the game have needs and if those needs are not met, the character’s mood turns red, gets depressed, and pees herself (at least that’s how I remembered it). This made my relationship with your mother a lot smoother when I started thinking of our interactions with this concept in mind, but I still sometimes forget.
With you occupying our lives, your mother and I only have two real opportunities to try and fill your mother’s Talk Meter: while we’re eating dinner (and you’re napping), and before I drift off to sleep. I try to avoid the latter because it always ends in disappointment as your mother whisper-yaps away and I start dozing off, and before I know it, your mother’s annoyed and I’m asleep. So this leaves us with only one good opportunity to talk, and I usually am on my phone while at the table. Not good.
It just so happened one recent dinner that I read a NYT Modern Love column titled “How the ‘Dining Dead’ Got Talking Again.” Great read. In it, the author talked about how her relationship with her husband deteriorated over the course of several years, which mirrored the dynamic of their conversations. I shared this article with your mother because I knew she would get a good kick out of it, but it also didn’t escape me the world was telling me your mother’s Talk Meter is in the red and depletes more rapidly with all the baby talk during the day while I’m at work.
What I’m really hoping for is you being a big talker too, then you and your mother can talk each other’s ears off, and the three of us will be a family of very green-mooded sims.