Every morning before 6am I hear a “Muuuum! MUM! Muuuuum! MUM!” which doesn’t stop until I get to her cot. I am welcomed with a baby standing in her sleeping bag, hair everywhere and a smile and outstretched arms that melts my heart. There’s milk and a cuddle on the couch with her sister snuggled under a blanket together. They hold hands then fight with passion one moment later.
She plays before breakfast, reads books, potters about in her play kitchen or in the dolls house. She climbs up next to me with her sister’s laptop and copies everything I do. She rolls a few bowls of cereal before her sister has even nibbled on one piece of toast and then asks for some toast and then perhaps some yoghurt or fruit. Oh she eats well, no doubts about that.
She follows her sister everywhere, just a few steps behind, learning, watching, doing everything that she does and hoping that she will be noticed or played with, even just for a few moments. There are tantrums in between, fiery, passionate outbursts of independence and we know just where she stands on certain matters. We get a glimpse of the big girl she will be.
She sleeps in the day for an hour or so without any fuss, so long as the door is “opey” and the first person she will call for is her sister. Of course. The afternoons are the same, playing, following, learning. She loves to draw. She loves to chase and be chased. She loves play doh and puzzles. She is smart and funny and happy. Such a happy, sweet little girl. Like most little girls I suppose.
Her Dad takes her to bed every night and is lucky to get those last few moments of delight with her. Kisses. Cuddles. Stories and then her happy “goodnight” and “door opey?” before she slips off to sleep for the night.
She is almost 2 now. She is growing faster than the green Spring garden outside my window learning so much each and every day. My baby is slipping away from me, as they do, and that’s OK. That beautiful, chubby, funny, sweet baby girl is turning into a beautiful, less chubby, funny sweet little girl. And there is not a single day when I don’t count my lucky stars that we were blessed with her in our family and that I get to be her Mama.