Tuesday, September 25, 2012

on being willow worrells mother: month 4 & 5

being willow worrells mother means learning a whole new language with which to speak because i know that willow likes to communicate like a grown-up infant these days. (you know, plenty of "moomoomoomoo"'s and "ma ma ma ma"'s and "eeeeeeee"'s and such)

being willow worrells mother means making myself look like a crazy person, just to get a giggle or smile out of that little girl, because i know that that smile or giggle is the best thing to happen to me all day.

being willow worrells mother means speaking in the first person the entire day, a narrative of sorts, because i know that willow likes to feel a part of it all, and it also reminds me that I'm never alone.

being willow worrells mother means never having to say "me" or "i" ever again, only "we" and "us" from now on.

being willow worrells mother means always being on the look out for that something that willows little hand will reach out and grab, because i know that she can pull something out of nothing.

being willow worrells mother means coming back into the room, after only having left it for a minute, to find willow trying her hardest to wiggle her way out of some impossible/embarrassing position/predicament that she had gotten herself in.

being willow worrells mother means making sure her bedtime bath is juuuust the right temperature, because i know that if its a tiny bit too warm for her liking, she will give me the strangest look, as if to say, "hey what do you think you're doing?"

being willow worrells mother means always ALWAYS having the next bite of mashed banana ready and on the spoon, because i know that she will have a proper meltdown if one bite isn't swiftly followed by the next.


(month 1)
(month 2 & 3)

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