If you ask me how Maisy is I without fail will tell you something like, “She’s so much fun! And she’s so sweet and smart.” If you ask me how we’re doing I’ll likely tell you, “Sleep is challenging but she’s so stinking sweet and fun.”
I just finished nursing that girl to sleep. As I watched her fade at the breast I got tears in my eyes. She is so incredible. So lovable, and loving, and kind, and sharing, and giving, and snuggly, and sweet. Sweet is the best way to overall describe this little girl.
(Besides, someone who goes as nutty for candy, ice cream, and anything sugary as this girl does have to be inherently sweet herself right?)
When she plays with me, other kids, and our dogs she’s always handing others her toys until next thing I know she has nothing left to play with herself. If another kid physically wounds her she simply stares perplexedly back at them, not lashing back, and then may turn to me to cry a little if it was a significant blow. But if another kid says something hurtful to her you can bet she’ll turn to me and cry a little.
At church I love watching other kids follow her around to and fro. How a baby could be entertaining to older kids I have no idea but they eat her up anyways!
Most of our days are spent finding the next way to snuggle. We snuggle at my desk while I’m working. She snuggles my leg while I cook or I hold her while I attempt some one-handed cooking. While I’m gardening she’s clinging to my back or my bent knees. At sleep times we snuggle as we read, nurse, and rock. She’s really perfectly content provided she has someone who loves her to touch at all times.
I distinctly remember one doctor’s visit when Maisy was still enwombed (made up word, I like it) when my doctor said something like, “are you ready to meet your new best friend.” Honestly, at the time, I distinctly thought, “yeah right.” You’d think a girl who’s best friends with her mom would likely expect the same right? Not this one. I’m logical and it seemed to me the odds were stacked against me. I felt like I heard kids complain and gripe about their parents much more frequently than they praised them and indicated that they even liked them. So I was preparing myself for children that would likely hate me. But my doctor was right. At least right now, Maisy and I are best buds. I mean, we do everything together! We go to church together, we go for walks together, we go shopping together, we eat all our meals together, we sleep together, we play together, we work together, and we laugh a lot together.
My baby isn’t much of a baby anymore. She’s not helpless. She’s not oblivious. My little girl can go up and down stairs by herself. She can obey. She can say some words. She can sign. I am completely in love with her and can’t imagine loving her more. And yet, every day I do. I love her more.