Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Dear Jarah,
Sorry mate, that we introduced the new baby into your life the week that you finally cut your 7th tooth (Top Right Molar), and that she arrived the week Papa started work and was no longer in our home all day, every day.
I do realise that in the first few days of having your new baby sister that I couldn't squeeze you tightly cos your heavy chubby body hurt my tender sore chubby body. That is over now.
But do know that we still love your cheeky grin, your adorable smile, your individual antics and your growing personality.
You kind of like Avigail now that she is a bit older, cries less and your getting used to her being around. I do see you standing over her while she sleeps, those side ways glances at her and the look on your face. I often ask if you would like a cuddle and you do try to snatch her off me for a moment before trying to shove her back but I was meaning would YOU like a cuddle from ME. That first moment that you met her mate, Papa put her on your lap to hold her and she cried. I saw how horrified you were at the noise she was making. The 'babies' at home didn't make a sound at all did they!
You amazed me the other day when I was trying to catch some time by myself and have a shower with the door shut securely behind me and all you kids on the outside of the bathroom. Knocking on the door "knock knock knock". I will admit I did find that persistent knocking during MY quiet time a tad irritating if not darn annoying. But you know, I take it on the cheek and shrug it off. But that was not the amazing part. The amazing part was when you dragged me to bubba who was crying in her bed. You must have realised that I couldn't hear her behind the shut bathroom door?! I was even more amazed when I walked off to grab a towel that you screamed at me full tantrum style stopping only when I picked the crying bubba up and she stopped. Which is when you were relieved and toddled off to play.
You know what else? The other day you wanted something out of the fridge and dragged me into the kitchen and knocked on the fridge door. I get that.
I do find it adorable to wake in the night to find you climbing into bed with me. Since you had always been stuck in your cot I had no clue that you wanted to be a semi co-sleeper like your big sister. I should have been more considerate to your decisions but really those thumping feet, wriggles and squirms while I am trying to sleep took all considerations to my benefit. I chose sleep. I appreciate that you bring your own blanket with you but I would be willing to share mine if you keep me untangled from yours.
But today. When you brought bubba to me from three rooms away I did think you were holding a doll and you are right! I shouldn't have left her alone on my bed for the few moments that I did. What would I do without you mate to pull me into line when I'm slacking off on my protective duties as parent.
You know what I'd appreciate though? If you stayed IN the pram when I put you in it while being out, if you kept your arms in the car seat while we are out, if you used your two chubby little legs when it is time to leave [fill the blank] even though you want to stay, and also that you would stay in bed now that you can get out all by yourself. I would also appreciate the pencils to be used on paper only, the toys put back where you got them and food to stay ON the table instead of thrown on the floor.
I do wonder how your relationship will evolve with Avigail as I wondered how it would evolve when you were her age with your older siblings. You are the best of friends with Isaiah and Amalia now and have been quite a while so I am guessing and assuming that you will become the best of friends with Avigail also.
But do relax mate, Amalia was a bit taken back when you came into our lives and look at you's now. Lovely fighting friends.
Your a big boy now Jarah, learning so much, growing so big (you have a MASSIVE head mate), tackling the world as you know it.
I am extremely grateful that you are in our life, in our family and that you are you. Grubby face, tantrums, food throwing and all...
Love Mum xx
p.s. I am really proud at how well you have managed to deal with having a new bubba come into our lives. I don't see any jealousy at all. Just curiosity, and unimpressed at the crying sounds she makes sometimes.
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