Named

He interrupts my thoughts, "¿Cómo te llamas?" I swivel to focus on him. I can't believe it. The little boy stares back at me. Inquitively, insistently, again "¿Cómo te llamas?"

This from the baby I rocked and bottle fed three years ago who now, as a toddler, has wholeheartedly ignored me. Now, suddenly I've been Asked. For a name. 

"Rebekah." The name no one calls me. "Re-bekah?" He checks. "Re-bekah," I confirm. There it is. Now, I have a name.

Melting, I grasp at how to continue. This is my first Conversation with this little one. I know his name. I whispered his name when he was an infant. Still, "¿Cómo te llamas?" I return. "Jano," I think I hear. "Jano?" I reply. "No. Nano." 

And he's off. Back into his own world of three year old adventures. He thinks he's met a new friend. I know that I've just met the little guy inside him. Not the baby I rocked, but a young man in the making. A young man who calls himself, "Nano." 

I grin. I can't help it.