This is how I want to remember them. Happily jumping on the couch to the Pandora Disney station, completely content with their free balloons from the grocery store, where they played air guitars and invisible pianos to the music whenever we had the aisle to ourselves. I’ll just try to ignore that G recently felt her first pang from her loose tooth that the dentist warned us about months ago.
My little roly poly lover was the responsible party in the accidental massacre of June 1st. We now have a “catch and release” policy, as opposed to our former “leave dozens in a bucket all day in the sun” policy. Or my favorite, “find the fattest ones and let them loose in the house” policy. She just can’t help herself; she adores them. And finds them everywhere we go. She recently spent 3 minutes saying her tearful goodbyes to one that I asked her to leave outside. It’s moments like these that remind me that motherhood is finite and fleeting. She won’t always notice the roly polys, or look so cute in pigtails. Thinking this way usually prompts me to write down all the cute phrases she comes up with. Like when she wakes up earlier than everyone else (which is most days) and she says, “crocodile-doo!” pretending to be a rooster. Or like when we walked all over the Magic Kingdom and she kept asking if Captain Hook had a castle.
We have been spending most afternoons at local pools. We don’t have a favorite yet, but it seems that any one that has a diving board will be a-ok in G’s book. Yep, that’s right– that water is 12 feet deep. I didn’t even jump in there, but she didn’t hesitate.
Maybe the sign I recently made for P’s room had something to do with it; be brave, be kind, be true.