All moms have it. The voice that they use when they talk to their kids.
It may not be an all-the-time voice. I for one never had the goo-goo, ga-ga voice when talking to the Roos as babies. In fact, I try to use a normal voice most of the time.
But that “mom voice” still sneaks out of my mouth on a regular basis.
Must be engrained.
And sometimes I get a little mixed up though with my voices. Like when I’m trying to talk to children and adults at the same time.
Like the other day.
As I walked through the hallway at church, I passed by one of the dads I knew from our church group. I had Little Roo in my hands and it was one of those slow-down-to-say-hi-but-not-stop-since-i-was-in-a-hurry interactions. He didn’t ask me a trick question. He didn’t ask me to juggle five guinea pigs while reading the Bible backwards.
He simply said: “Hi! How’re you doing?”
I did some weird two-part answer.
“Hi!” I replied back with a smile. [normal]
Then I turned to Little Roo and answered his question in my mom voice to my son: “I’m doing good.” [not normal]
I think I even bounced Little Roo up and down as I said it. [definitely NOT normal.]
I wasn’t even LOOKING at the guy to answer his question.
My brain got all criss-crossed. Worst thing is, I’m sure it won’t be the last time.