It’s been sweet babysitting these past couple of days.

Yesterday is was Tristin, Avery, and Landon. They were sweet and helpful. We ate pizza and watched tv. Tristin is the oldest and we played sonic. I lost. Avery is 3. She’s smart and cute with the chubbiest cheeks. She fought for my attention all night and giggled at everything. Then Landon, he is one. He was quiet and very observant. He rarely smiled and liked to stare at me. It was cute I got along with him the most. I know it’s strange how a 17 year old gets along with a one year old but it felt nice to communicate with this child without the use of words. It was all by facial expressions and gestures. I could speak endlessly with this child without saying a word. It was simple.

It feels like language and words have complicated communication, in a way. We say words we don’t mean. We try to find words that describe our feelings, when our feelings are much too complex for words. And in my opinion if the spoken word didn’t exist people would be able to read other’s body and facial expressions better. No more mixed signals. No more assuming nor guessing ones mood. We would just know from their faces what was going on.

But in the end there is spoken and written word, and maybe so others could guess and assume and be unsure. Maybe so people wouldn’t be able to have that easy access to knowing someone’s life just by reading their body or face. Maybe so people could hide behind their words.

Maybe?