Life is hectic, keeping to our daily schedule and routines are not
always easy. Most mornings end up in me
rushing the kids to get dressed and ready cause “we are late” (which we are 4
out of 5 mornings in a week).
Friday evenings have been consumed by rugby practice and Saturday
mornings are spend next to the rugby field, eating hotdogs and encouraging the
Biekie. Having my heart ache with pride has never felt so good!
The times following between Saturday and Friday H spend improving on his
newly taught techniques, throwing and catching the ball, running with the ball,
firmly gripped under the one arm and “pushing” the opponents away with the
other, and using mommy’s legs as a batter ram for scrums and tackles. Seeing his eyes lit up, the smile on his face
and the endless enthusiasm in which all of this is done is priceless. And yes, of course, my littlest remains one
bad-ass kicker….
On the other end of the spectrum…with each day passing we can see more
and more transformation in the littlest of Biekies, less baby and more little
lady (or should I say Diva), less dependant and more independence, more eager
to do things on her own. Conversations
are slowly turning from gibberish to meaningful words and short sentences. And let me tell you, sister can dance to the
beat!
So with all of this happening, the other Sunday was kind of a big day in
our household, as we are in the process of slowly transforming sister’s room to
suit her “big-girl” needs. Out with the
cot and in with the “big girl” bed, out with the Chest of Drawers and in with
the dressing table. But more to follow
soon…
And between all of this we are also busy arranging a birthday party for
little Miss Diva, celebrating her achievements, celebrating her life, and celebrating
her. And what better way to do this than
with a vintage style tea party. Digging
for the miniature porcelain tea set we inherited from Great-Grandma, digging
out the China we got from Grandma, discovering long forgotten crocket
tablecloths in the back of the linen closet, planning the menu, the thank-you
gifts, the guest list, a day filled with fun and laughter, a day spend with
people loving and caring for my littlest, a day spent in the best possible way
I know…with friends and family.
I also heard a fluttering whisper that we might be expecting a “Per
Hand” parcel…. a parcel filled with all sorts of goodies, hand-knitted goodies,
farmer’s market hand-made goodies, dearly missed seashells and sea sand, and to
top it all, lots of hugs and kisses, all carefully packet and wrapped by a
Grandma and Grandpa, who misses the littlest Biekies greatly. Can’t wait to see the expression on their
little faces as we unwrap that parcel and discover those hidden treasures
underneath the lid…
Had a chat with a dear friend who is awaiting the arrival of her second
littlest, and we spoke about our trials and tribulations as mommies (and as
parents). We spoke about the fears we
face as second-time pregnant moms, the doubts we have in our abilities. But where I sit today and look back at it
all, it was not really that bad. I am
somewhat surviving the age-gap, the boy-vs-girl, the lack of sleep and the
nappies. We have an ever-changing-ever-adapting
routine; cause what worked today might not always work as well tomorrow.
H raised much easier than Z is doing, he was my easy-child where as she
is my little tantrum diva. And whoever
said you get smarter with the second child did not have a second child, cause I
sometimes feel more clueless now than I did with H.
But yet, as difficult and daunting as things can be at times, so much
more rewarding are they. Being able to
share their accomplishments, their milestones, and the crazy happy
moments. Just loving these precious
little moments.
