This has been running around my head this morning as I walked the boards with a cross and tired baby . For me too language is a place in which I live. Our family (and I'm sure all families) has its very own language. It binds us together and gives us a secret code that only we can understand. It makes us feel special and included.
We have special names that began in the heart of the family; Laura and Andy became Mummy and Daddy. Rebecca, Benjamin and Joshua are Rebe, Benny and Joa.
We have special code words for various things like when Benny needs a wee in the car he just shouts 'Stop!' and we all know what he wants.
Rebe is also a brilliant inventor of words, for example a rake is a 'crowler', and an animal's hoof is a 'clonker'. I think they are better than the real words and I knew instantly what she was talking about when she first used those words.
There are so many more examples and I have them too within my parent's household and the language from that country (fee-de-le-fee, twee-twee twee).
I feel comforted in our language and special to be apart of it. It is something important and I'm glad to have had the chance to celebrate it here.