a little missing

I stayed home without you today. A self-care day just for me. I miss you already… Your little cheeks rosy from your osteopathy appointment this morning (a check-up from having worn a helmet as a baby), and your eyes bright from mischief and simple joy in the tiny cup of tea, the awesome building with the 100 year old painted safe and bright copper doors. I miss you in a deep way, a Mama who had you in her tummy kind of way. You bounce through life, getting hugs when you need them but most of the time off boldly finding your way, getting on your own socks, zipping your own coat. You amaze me with your approach to life, carpe diem! But with tenderness too, awareness. I love to just look at you, to try and convey the depth of how much you are appreciated, wanted, noticed, amidst the swirl of our hectic life. It’s hard to have an older brother sometimes, to just join into a party that was started long before you came through. He’ll always be a first-born, who loves to teach and tell and pull you along for the ride. Sometimes we’re so busy with your brother’s bigger-boy needs, thoughts, activities, you can get lost in the shuffle… Oh little one, nearly three, remember always that you are treasured, that you can be 100% who you are, happy, sad, playful, naughty, whatever you are and we will love you.  Always always. Always.

E