On this day, on the eighteenth of November, with
the world sunny and wind dry, amid everything else; its 4 years and nothing!
And just like that, things change, another
milestone just slipped by, that time of motherhood where just being there and a kiss could most likely solve the rest.
Now things begin to become complex. There is
getting to know this person he is becoming, beaming-faced, hilarious, stubborn.
At the dinner table and other times, he’s like “want
mummaaa”, wanting to be close to me, wrecking havoc with my dinner plate and
anything else I do. Some nights I’m all patience and games: “Here comes the hyena, the lion, the hippo.” Other times, I’m worn thin by the way he
squirms, his strong little body knocking me off kilter. But when I set him
firmly back in his chair he begins to pout and then cry. “Mummmma pleesse don’t
get angry, Mummmaa pleesse kissie”
And I know the years to come will pass just like he
counts now: “One, two, three, four, nine, ten, fourteen, nineteen.”
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