Sometimes I wish I could eavesdrop on Harlow’s thoughts.
I want to glean how she observes everything around her.
I see the simplicity of her joy, but the complexity of her is growing each day.
What is she laughing at? What is she dreaming up?What is she processing as she places her baby dolls in their cradles? As she puts down a blanket and kisses them “nigh-nigh”? Does she realize her stuffed bunny doesn’t eat breakfast?
Does she care?When she picks out her outfits–does she realize they don’t match? Or does she like them better that way?
I love her face when she tries a new food.
How do I explain to her that kids are supposed to like chocolate milk for special treats?
She just makes a face and spits it out.I see the way she sees people for who they are: she doesn’t notice the car, the clothes, the whatever-distracts-us-from-seeing-people-for-people-junk.
Today she held my face with both of her hands and gave me a kiss.
Does she understand what I’m saying, when I can’t stop telling her how much I love her?
I want to learn from her perspective. I want to borrow her filter for a day.
When I see myself choosing to see every glass more empty than the last, each failure as an end all–I see her picking herself back up when she trips. I see her trying and trying again.
Sometimes, I just want to take a peek at the world through her eyes.
Goodness. She is just the sweetest honey bear ever! I often wonder what Ayla is thinking too when she pauses after I explain something to her, or when I hear her talking to her babies and she thinks I’m not listening. I often think of that phrase “Good Moms have messy kitchens, dirty ovens, laundry piles and children who know they are loved” (or something like that). I just do the best I can.
By the way, I got Ayla’s hat in the mail last week and I ADORE it! Can’t wait to give it to her for Christmas :) You do beautiful work, Kacia. Just beautiful.
Love,
AngelaB
You are so sweet, Angela!! I can’t wait to get up to MN to meet you and that sweet Ayla!!
I’m SO happy you like the hat!!!
xoxo
I’m not sure if I could be crying more right now…we’ll blame it on hormones ;) I feel the same way about Weston…how incredible it must be to learn something new all the time. To see how amazing our world is all over again, every day!
I love you, Heather. I think I cried writing this post – and I don’t have hormones to blame!! OY!
I’d love to see Christmas through her eyes! Is she still too young to notice the tree and the manager scene and the lights? Or does she take them in awe in her own small way?
How did I miss this one? Love it!