The end of each year always brings about a sentimental cloud. Not that I ever need a reason to be sentimental, but the end of the year marks a closing of sorts, doesn't it? When we take stock of all that we're grateful for, and all that we've done. When we say a prayer of thanks for the people that we love, and beat ourselves up with guilt over the things we could have done better.
With me starting work this year, my routine with the girls went out the window and amidst the flurry of work and all related to it, along came December. And now that I can exhale and look, I mean really look, at my children instead of glancing at them, I can't help but notice how much they have grown.
It's inevitable that they will grow, of course. I mean, I do feed them well. But it's shocking at how fast they're growing. They are noisy and rowdy and cheeky and quite a handful, but I simply cannot imagine my life any different. And these are the things I never ever want to forget about their childhood:
Real candles, fake candles, pictures of candles, drawings of candles. The small girl sees them and she has to sing Happy Birthday to them and attempt to extinguish them.
The year of the curl
This year was also the year that this girl's hair grew out. At the start of the year, she was still pretty much a baldie. And now, it's lovely locks galore. This is such a beautiful age, when the wind blows their hair in their face, and they are still mastering their fine motor skills so they brush the hair away clumsily with the palm of their hand. I love it. I love her.
How I love living in a neighbourhood where we can dress up (you know, just because) for an afternoon treat. Afternoon treats are essential to our relationship. Sometimes we can have a crappy day and everyone's on everyone's nerves, but ice-cream always saves the day. I am convinced that ice-cream was created for Mamas with young children.
And older sisters asking for matching hairstyles with their baby sisters? Oh be still, my fragile heart.
This year, the Tooth Fairy was kept busy. She probably had to take a loan to finance Poppy's teeth. It's funny that teeth take months to grow but we're so busy with our daily lives that before we know it, a new tooth has grown to take the place of the old one. I never want to forget this gorgeous smile.
She's running around like the wind at home, but once we're out, she lifts her arms to me and says in her sweetest voice, "Please carry me. I cannot walk more. Mine legs are hurting". Never mind that mine arms are aching.
Or "We are too close to the road; it's too dangerous. Please carry me.". It's a strange ailment that only attacks when we're out and dissipates once we're home. I usually give her a target to reach, like the bus stop, or the recycling bin, and then tell her I will pick her up after that, but hope that she forgets. She never does. And when I finally pick her up? Oh that sweet feeling when she nestles her head in my neck, and her soft curls tickle my nose. And when she says "I'm just a small baby, Mama". It's hard to not love this baby.
Sometimes I plan all kinds of outing for the girls but I forget that sometimes all they want is to simply be at the neighbourhood playground. This year marked a turning point for us - we're now able to enjoy quiet moments at home when both kids are entertained with books on the sofa, or lying on their tummies on the floor and drawing. Sometimes it's fun to go out and explore, but sometimes, it's wonderful to just stay home and appreciate each other.
This year, we started having two-way conversations with this girl, and they're getting funnier too. "Calla, come give me a hug". "No! I will not say yes!". And those moments when I overhear conversations between the two sisters? Simply priceless.
Yup, all in all, it's been a good year. I hope that you've had many beautiful memories of 2014 too, and wish you many more for the coming year! Happy holidays, everyone!
Poppy and Calla are wearing Pumpkin Patch's Fall range of clothing. Thanks, Pumpkin Patch, for the girls' lovely dresses!