Two years ago today, my lovely little Lola Mae came speeding into this world. Sort of. I was a week overdue, the size of a house, and more than ready for her arrival. So there was a bit of waiting involved, but when she finally decided that she was ready, she arrived in record time. Three hours after realising I was actually in labour, and 20 minutes after arriving at the hospital she was in my arms and we were saying our first hellos. This brief birth story is an excellent way of summing up her character… Lola likes to do things on her own terms and in her own time, but once she decides she wants to do something, it must be done NOW. She is an adventurer and a dare-devil and a full-to-the-brim type of kid.
When she was a bubba, she was off-the-charts gigantic. I’m pretty sure I was making cream not milk. We called her our buddha baby, because of her gorgeous round head (and belly) and the smile permanently plastered on her face.
She has always been on the move, in a hurry to get to where she is going, and to catch up to her favourite person in the world, her big sister, Ava. She was walking (and I was chasing) at ten months. She loves to dance, to jump, to skip… She has no fear. She is a dare-devil. Will jump off anything. Will attempt all sorts of acrobatics. Always requires at least one eye on her at all times, and as a consequence is covered in bruises almost all the time.
She loves to sing. I hear her all the time, singing… it is the most delightful thing to hear your sweet child singing to herself, just because it makes her happy.
She is my second-born and I remember worrying so much before she was born, how could I ever love another child as much as I loved my first. I think it’s natural once you have had one child and discovered that explosion of love upon becoming a mother, how could you have room for more of that? It’s like trying to imagine how big the universe is… they say it’s so big you actually can’t picture it. Well, I worried and fretted, but there was really no need. My capacity to love my children is infinite. It is so big I can’t even picture it. I fell in love the instant I saw her. And smelled her. And held her close to me.
My Darling Lola Mae,
Happy Birthday Sweetheart. Today you are two. It’s so funny, but I can’t imagine my life without you. My days before you and before this family are a haze… I wanted to take a moment and tell you all about your two-year-old self. You are a morning person. You wake me and Daddy up before the sun comes up most days. You are lucky you are so cute. Your favourite thing to do each day is the kindy run. You can’t wait until it is your turn, but for now you delight in the time you get to spend there during our pick-up and drop-offs. You love to eat. As soon as you suspect dinner is ready you hop on your chair and wait for it to be served, if I take too long, then I’m in big trouble!! Your favourite foods are eggs (any kind, as long as it’s eggs) and frozen peas and corn. You call Ava ‘yeah-yeah’… we all do now. You love to help Mama in the kitchen. You love to do puzzles. You are currently obsessed with sylvanians. You sing all the time, and you have the most beautiful voice. Your favourite stories are Mrs Wishy-Washy and Hand,Hand, Fingers, Thumb. Every night before bed when we do ‘favie thing’ you tell us that yours was the zoo. Every night for about a month. Even though we have not been to the zoo for about a month. I love that.
I love that you laugh from deep-down in your belly. Your laugh is a head turner. I love when you hurt yourself and you make me kiss it and it is instantly better. I love to listen to you talk. I can’t always understand what you are telling me, but I love it all the same. I love it when I am cross with you and you come close to me and whisper sorry and give me a cuddle. I love that you never walk anywhere. You strut, or stomp or run or dance or skip. I love the moments when you are still and you let me cuddle you or snuggle next to you.
I love and admire that you live your life ferociously (like a lion). I hope it is something that you never lose. Whatever emotion you are feeling, you overflow with it. Like your Nana says, you wear your heart on your sleeve. Whatever happens sweet Lola Mae, never forget that your life is an adventure. That the world is there for you to explore. Love and laugh and find joy in that ferocious, determined way of yours. Don’t concern yourself too much with sadness or anger or melancholy… but know that when you have those feelings I am here for you. I will always be here for you. No. Matter. What. I love you *this* much. Love always and forever, Mama xoxo times infinity.