Thursday, September 29, 2011

Awe Inspiring

Every time you draw, every single time you create, you take my breath away!!

I keep telling myself that I should be used to it by now, that I shouldn't be quite so amazed by it. But to be perfectly honest, I don't think I'll ever be able to look at your drawings without being completely blown away by the fact that you can create such beauty with such ease.

You are incredible. I hope you never take your talent for granted and that you continue to draw throughout your lifetime. I can't wait to see how your style develops over the years.

Love,

Mum
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Blankie

Holding it tightly while you sleep...

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Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Dear A...

11 months old and so full of personality. I can see you will give us beans. Determined. Stubborn. You will be trouble.

Tonight I nursed you for what may be the last time. My chest hurt as I inhaled your baby scent, showering your downy head with gentle kisses.

You are a bundle of joy. Your vocabulary expanding daily... or weekly... that's probably more accurate. Just before you turned 10 months you said "dada" and followed that soon after with "dah" (your brother's name, in your own way. But definitely his name. You repeat it whenever he walks into a room, and call for him when he walks out).


Two weeks ago, you finally came out with "mama" and my heart sang!! You've been saying 'dog' for months - "duh" which is most definitely 'dog'. And today, my angel, you said "nana" while pointing at a banana.

You know where mummy's eyes, teeth, nose and belly button are. You have been doing "hands up" for many months, and will try to turn on or off the lights when we enter or leave a room. You just can't press the switch hard enough. You clap hands and say "duh" for duck (as well as dog, but who can blame you. They are very similar words.) You can pull the lever for the pink elephant and press the button for the green panda to make them pop up, but find it a bit too hard to twist the knobs for the lion and the giraffe.


You have the tiniest little mole on your right forearm, a recently formed delicate dot. You pull yourself up to stand and cruise along the furniture, but you don't manage to balance for very long on your own just yet. But you can crawl at a pace...

You love to bathe with your brother, try to eat the bubbles in the tub, and swimming makes you smile.

You suck your left thumb. You were sucking it in the womb, and you found it on the night you were born. When you are tired, we give you your 'blankie' and you drop your head straight on to it, grasp an edge between your fingers, and stick your thumb in your mouth. We give you a kiss, tell you "night night" and lay you in your crib... and then my love, you go to sleep until the morning!! You sleep all night... and I am still in shock with each passing night that you sleep through. You are a wonder, a joy, an angel.

My baby girl.

Thank you for showing me that my heart can double in size...

Love,

Mum.

Dear Z...

You warm my heart... daily! I went out for drinks tonight with the girls. Dad is away. At 9:43pm I received a Blackberry Message from you:

"Can't sleep.
Make it home before curfew.
And don't drink too much.
And don't you dare text and drive."

At 13, you are more fiercely protective than ever. I wish I could take all your worries away and wrap you in blanket of peace. You often text me after I have dropped you to school to make sure that I've reached home safely. You seem to quietly carry the world of worries on your young shoulders, despite my frequent reminders that it's my job to do the worrying, not yours.

It's become so evident to me that I am no longer immortal in your eyes. That saddens me. I would love so very much for you to still be worry free. My baby. My teenager. My baby.

And now I am home, and you lie sleeping soundly next to me, all long limbs, sinewy muscle and bone. You love the fact that you get to be here until Dad comes home tomorrow. I love the fact that you still want to sleep in my bed for I know the time will come when you no longer want to.

You aren't the easiest boy to sleep next to, starting off straight but ending up sideways with limbs strewn across me. Your need to have at least one body part touching mine at once so comforting and so infuriating. I feel sorry for your future wife. Last night I put a pillow between us and had an uninterrupted night's sleep. Tonight we will sleep with a divider, though I still lay my hand on your back and feel the slow rise and fall of your breath. My boy.

How I love you!

We lock horns more often than we used to but I constantly receive good reports on your behaviour when you are out. Your friends' parents say you are a dream, a polite child, so sweet. So, while we may have our moments, at least I know you 'export' well and know how to behave elsewhere.

Don't get me wrong. I'm not saying that you're bad at home. Far from it. But, I suppose, as a teenager it is your job to test me, and you do test your limits from time to time. That doesn't prevent the sweet, sensitive, considerate boy from showing himself the rest of the time. I pray you never lose those qualities my angel.

Love,

Mum