I’m having a reflective moment. Taking a second to look around me and notice what’s going on,to have a good think about my two kids right here,right now. All too often I am trying to keep two steps,or two days,ahead. I can stand and look at my kitchen calendar and imagine that I’ve already lived through a day,mentally scoring it out so I can start thinking about the next one. That’s just silly. What was it that Garth said to Wayne? “Live in the now,dude.”
Miss L is four and a half. She’s stretched,no baby chub left,her fine white blonde hair finally long enough to create two stick-thin plaited ponytails. Looking at herself in the mirror,sparkly stickers,any of the Disney Princesses,hair bobbles,Lelli Kelly adverts and dresses all feature high on her list of favourite things in the ‘whole wild world’.
Her questioning is getting more incessant.
‘Where does bacon come from Mummy? What happens to it’s head Mummy? Do we eat pigs’ heads?’
‘You know when you decide that you want a baby,how do you actually get one?’
‘Can horses open doors?’
She loves,loves,loves her sister. Last week she told us that when she grows up she’s going to marry her. Her Dad told her we’d have to disown them but I thought it was really rather sweet.
On one hand she loves to be the baby,craving my cuddles and attention,she’s a mummy’s girl. But on the other she can’t help but mother,and she melts my heart with her kindness and caring nature. When the two of them play Miss L is always in charge,organising what game they’ll play and issuing orders,plans that should be followed.
Any success at humour is usually unintended,bless her wee cottons. It’s not that she doesn’t try but it usually falls just short. My lovely boy says she takes after me,claiming that I’ve made him ‘proper laugh’ only seven times. That’s one laugh for every year of our marriage. She’s just named her new toy ‘Frankie’ whose unfortunate nickname seems to be ‘Frankie Wankie’. Now that made me laugh.
Baby P’s humour is a bit more in your face. I think she’s destined to become the class joker,all ‘Daddy poo poo’,‘Silly bum bum’,‘Mummy do a poo in a pants?’ and ‘Stinky willy.’
And not yet two years old.
She still has a big round belly,squishy thighs,ideal for nibbling which results in those innocent,unashamed squeals of delight and the occasional excited fart. As a second child she’s been more exposed to much more from an early age and is already a dap hand at applying lipstick,wearing big girl pants and running in heels.
Her chat is great. ‘My do it. My no like it. My get it. My touch it?‘ I unashamedly boasted to my Facebook friends that she could count to thirteen when she was 20 months old.
And when you say ‘Put your hands up’ you get a ‘Uh uh oh,Uh,uh,oh’ back. Or say ‘Cinderella’ and you get a ‘Cut it up one time.’ I hope those Beyonce and Salt N Peppa fans amongst you appreciate that.
She adores her big sister and seems to get confidence from just having her close by. Your first thought of her personality is that she’s confident,gets on with things. But without Miss L by her side,she’s just a bit shakier. She wants her attention,‘Watch me sista,watch me sista’,and will often give her hair a little stroke or a kiss when she passes her by. This week as Miss L has settled into pre-school,although I think she’s enjoyed their time apart, after an hour she’s asking to go pick her up again.
I could go on.
Every minute of every day is filled with gems if you make the time to notice. Amazing,funny,touching memories that I know I will forget and wish I wouldn’t.
And they won’t remember a thing will they? Isn’t that sad? That they’ll not know how much we loved them at this age,how they are our lives right now,touching everything,affecting every decision we make for our family.
When they’re teenagers they’ll feel like we’ve just landed in their lives. They won’t remember that we all used to dance in the kitchen,have races around the garden,walk to the ice-cream shop on rare sunny evenings instead of having a bath or that we kissed them every night as they slept before we fell into bed.
So I’ll print these off. Put it in front of them both when they’ve huffed,stomped upstairs and looked at me like a stranger they don’t really like. Yes,you. Grumpy teenager out there. Buck up Madame,be nice to your old Mum and Dad.
Photo credit –Tony