Typing one handed and slightly tipsy over the head of a beautiful babe slowly going to sleep at my breast. On my breast? Whatever. She is definitely beautiful.
They all are. The gorgeous 11 yo who doesn’t fit under my chin any more. The slightly shaggy 7 year old just visiting from another planet. The beautiful babe.
It’s easier, in a way, to adore them when they are small. Before the failures to communicate become battles of will, when they are still just language errors – the time when you are learning each other’s vocabulary, before English comes between you. Atm Smallest is at the point and screech stage, though she does nod and say ‘ye’ if you get it right, and there are about 4 distinct signs, for want, milk, drink and bird, with sounds for bird, cat, mummy, daddy, milk, and tonight, drink (di).
I love this stage. I am loving enjoying this stage. Though I do wonder how such a small being could ever become the lanky pre-teen that Big is now. It doesn’t seem plausible. I can’t look at her and see the tiny babe, or remember the moments of her helplessness. I wish I’d had a blog back then to record them, but I’m not sure anyone did, really, back in 2000.
Such a long time ago. The blink of an eye and an entire lifetime all in one. If there is anything I could say to today’s crop of mummy bloggers, it’s this. You won’t want to look back on the reviews. Or the clever posts that get you lots of comments or RTs. You’ll want to remember when your babe walked, or talked, or did the funny thing with the mobile phone (walking around the house with her toy phone under her ear, ye, no, ye, no), or her favourite song before she could talk (anything by Cyndi Lauper). You won’t care how many readers there were on the day your child read her first book to you – you will want to know what the book was though (does it count if the only word she reads is Boo? Although we’re working on beep beep beep as well right now.)
Perspective, that’s what it’s all really about. She says, looking down at the sleeping baby, and going slightly gooey.




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