I have a very narrow nasal passage way. I'm a big mouth breather, which means I have horrible breath in the morning. I have a difficult time breathing only through my nose, and as a child I sounded like I had a cold all the time. Not insanely, but the distinct sound was there. I never really noticed it until I heard a recording of my voice when I was very young. A lot of the people in my family have the same thing, Sarah even had surgery to correct it. It's something I've always hated about myself, because I've had serious moments where I felt like I couldn't breath. I've been doing yoga, which has helped me a lot because they force you to breath through your nose, but it's still a nuisance. If I listen to a recording of my older self I still hear that sound, that "I have a stuffy nose" sound come from me. It's just who I am, I guess.
Today I heard my voice in Milo's. It was so clearly there. All he was doing was spelling out the alphabet. "A, B, C, D, E..." and it struck me so suddenly that I stopped doing the dishes to listen to him. All his life I wondered what his little voice would sound like. He barely even made noises until he was 3 and even then he didn't say actual words so I felt robbed of that "cute little voice" stage that everyone goes through with their child.
This moment...this made up for it. He's like me. He has the same annoying narrow nasal passage way, and he sounds like he has a cold when he doesn't.
He has a cute little voice.
Isn't life wonderful?