This girl of mine is growing up. Yes of course you say, that is what happens usually. But you know what, it struck me yesterday how quickly she is growing. She spent most of the day in her pyjamas just playing by herself. For a straight 5 hours I did not have to entertain her at all. Isn’t that amazing?
I feel somehow she allows me to dwell on her, to get to know her. I say this in comparison to my boy. Since before he was born, he was a force to be reckoned with. I remember days when he would kick me in the belly, and a particular evening when he woke me up with his kicking. And he is that way in life, full of fire and thirst, never wanting to stop. I don’t blame him, there is so much to experience in this life.
As for my girl, she would always glide in my belly. It felt a little like synchronised swimming. And she is the same now. On her own, she keeps herself entertained and she pretty much enjoys her own company.
It is nice to see the differences in my children and to watch them and learn about them. I cannot know everything about them with just having given birth to them. The getting to know part is a long and often arduous process but it has its joys and it is also a lot of fun. Sometimes, the hard part is letting go of my adult agenda to just BE with them, to get down to their level and become the kid that is still inside of me.
And when that happens, the satisfaction it creates is lovely.