Monday, February 10, 2014

Little One---Sweet One

My Dear Second Born,
           My all-the-time companion at home, my one word for all things 'cute', my one entity for all things irresistibly edible, there is so little I have written about you, for you, or recorded on films of you. You are the second in line of birth, but just as much a number one priority as the one who first made me a mom. Time was flying by even with just one of you around, and now with the two of you?----well, it is zooming off.....you girls are growing up, and growing up so fast. And you...littlest one? Well, it took your older sibling a full 4 and a half years of life, to call me a 'Meanie' (no not Minnie--like the cute mouse...but MEANIE--like 'U R MEAN')......and you.....you are not even all of 3 years of age, and you have called me MEANIE almost five times a day for a while now! You, little lady, are growing up too fast. You are attempting all things 'big kid', because you want to be that big sibling--that role model of yours. She sings, you sing, she holds a pretend mike to her mouth and pretend croons a number like a rock star, and you do exactly that...and in your size...those antics....simply DO make you a rockstar! If she laughs out loud, you do that too, and if she cries, I am surprised how you succeed in producing tears too! You love her, We love you, We love you both, and you are simply tooooooo adorable.

We know you two are similar in so many ways, but what is remarkable is that despite the same gene pool and the same environment, you two are so different too, in so many ways. And that is what we love about you two.....between you two, we feel we have seen it all.....you gals are indeed the embodiment of the world for us.

It is a pretty severe winter on the East coast this time.....every week oodles of snow gets dumped on us, and the Hudson freezes, and temperatures dip, and we humans become unidentifiable under layers and layers of clothing and caps and mittens and boots. And then you ride along, on the stroller, bundled up in a warm sack, only your face popping out. You in that striped hat with two bobbing pom-poms for ears...that warm hat I bought long before you arrived. Your sister wore that hat, and looked just as cute, and surprisingly some people still remember that hat from those times. And yes, you look just like her, and in those moments, for just those split seconds, we go back to times of the past...just then. Otherwise, you girls are the galloping ponies, speeding our chariot at full speed forward. Slow down we cannot, you will not let us.....so we are in for the ride......tally ho!

With love,
The Happiest Person on Earth---a mom!