Astonish and Wonder
‘Twas a great weekend.
My Maren turned five. I remember oh-so-well that feeling of giddiness when it is your birthday and you’re little. She wiggled with the joy of it all weekend. At her party I learned what a leader she is among her peers, and so enjoyed watching how she relates to the littles in her life: very tender and attentive (and, at times, alarmingly bossy). When I tucked her in on her birthday’s eve, she asked to read the bedtime story to me. And she did. I’m not sure whether the ache in my chest is pride or heartache that she’s growing so fast. I told her I was giving her the last of her four-year-old kisses, and that tomorrow I would have to start giving her kisses for a five-year-old. She smiled, and then looked up at me and said, “Mom, do you know that today I lost all of my four-year-old powers?” Shrugging, “They’re gone now because I’m almost five.” She astonishes me daily.
Greta, eleven months old now, has developed a book addiction. She toddles over with a book in her hand and puts it in my lap. If I don’t start reading it to her immediately, and let her turn the pages, she bursts into hysterical tears. She talks to the people, lifts the flaps and points to the shapes and colors that interest her. She already has favorite books. She’s understanding words and knows book, baby, kisses, bye-bye and all done. I’m choosing to believe she doesn’t understand ‘no’ yet, as it induces no reaction whatsoever. She is so willful and intentional with everything she does; distracting her from what she is interested in is a herculean effort. She fills me with wonder.
These girls, I love them so much. It is such a privilege to be their mom.