I’m looking at my beautiful child. She’s playing with her toys, over by the big window. Morning sunlight is streaming through and turning her hair into a multi-colored wheat field. It lays in wide curls against her waist. She’s got some sort of game involving a bus, a cookie monster doll, floor puzzle pieces, and a shovel going. “Come back Lion!” she cries.
She’s completely caught up in her world. She still hasn’t put on any clothes for the day. She’s sitting on the floor wearing her ‘roos and that glorious hair. Grinning. Telling a story. I’m sure there’s some sort of psycho-babble that covers what she’s doing. Mostly though, I don’t give a fuck what “experts” call it. She’s doing what she does best; what she enjoys doing. She’s playing.
If someone had told me five years ago that I would be weeping with the enormity of feeling (love simply doesn’t cover it) for my child — I’d have laughed in their face.
“It’s coming! Meow! Kitty’s in my house…Kitty what’re ya doing in my house?”
My best friend often tells me that we need to get the film/accoutrements for the digital camera and get all this cuteness on film. I’m really in no hurry. I have her in my head all the time.
Warm wriggly child in the bed at four AM because she’s woken up and needed “snuggies”.
Small, pudgy hands on either side of my face as she tells me that she loves me.
Cries of “Tickle me! wheeeeeeeeeeeeee!” as she giggles and runs away.
Face covered in ketchup from having her favorite san-mich and fries.
“Can I sleep in the Mama-bed?”
“Mama I’m a little hungry now. Can we have brefist?”
“I got an owie. I need a bandaid.” (pointing to a non-existent owie)
“I lub you so much in the whole world”
There’s more…but it’s a location thing. You’d have to be here.
The Process 
All I can say is “amen sister.” My daughter is just beginning to speak intellible sentences. We have “milk please” “all done” “food now” and her all time favorite “no!”
This morning my roomate asked her to “come here.” My darling daughter turned around, shook her heinie, and ran into another room. She is certainly my child.
I am so glad I am on the Mommy journey with a sister like you. 🙂
I am too. You are one sister that I am glad to have in my life and heart.
Just now…
“I have to close my eyes and fly up in the..with Superman… with my butterfles and my pretty hairbow…see?!” (squinching eyes shut)
Now picure it:
still wearing only ‘roos.
but with butterfly wings
and a fuzzy pink crown (pretty hairbow)
awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww 😉
Disgustin’…ain’t it?
We often say (in complete seriousness)
“Do not look directly into the cute!!”
“Do not look directly into the cute!!”
that’s priceless!!!
*slightly teary meself*
The frequent requests for recording Her Cuteness is for the rest of us that don’t get to spend as much time with her. 🙂 I live there now, and I *still* would like records. You know how I love watching funny things over and over!
Get those toes! Geddem!
that is so sweet. 🙂
Thank you. She’s 3 — so I treasure her sweet moments and keep them in mind when she’s being what her Nonni calls a “tooterbug”.
hehe. i cant wait till i have kids for reasons like those.. im only 16 though so i have a while 😉