DD and I are lying in the dark facing each other, moonlight coming through the window.
Her little hand is all twined up in mine.
An Enya song comes on the lullaby station.
She says to me, "Mommy, some songs make me feel soo.... [tears up].... GOOD".
I say to her, "Like this one?"
She nods. "This song make me feel like.... you".
"This song makes you feel like I make you feel?"
Her eyes light up. "Yes! Yes mama! All... lovey".
In their lifetimes, I wish everyone at least one deeply profound moment of being awash in simultaneous giving and receiving of perfect love.
Me: "DD, I'm so lucky to be your Mommy. How did you know to pick me?"
DD, thoughtfully: "That is something that a baby never tells a grown up. It's a secret".
On the playground with DD today, while she figures out how to run with the other kids. The rules these days are:
-No tattling unless someone is hurt, work it out with the other kids or walk away
-Nice words or no words
She runs up to me, sitting at a distance, and says:
"I listened to my body + I walked away instead of saying to those kids 'I DON'T WANT TO PLAY WITH YOU'. I faced myself".
In the car on the way to school after a perfectly nice morning:
DD: "Mommy, who picked me?"
Me: "Mommy and Daddy picked you, and you picked us. We're the luckiest parents ever"
DD, after a thoughtful pause: "But I wanted to pick someone else"
Me, after not crying: "Hm. Think you'd like some different parents, huh?"
DD: "Yes. I wanted to pick someone else".
Me: "Well, I can talk to Miss Erica [school director] and see if any other parents would like to borrow you for a while".
DD: "Mm. Yup"
**Knife through heart**
Our neighbor's dog passed away this week. He was an awesome dog. DD is wrapping her little mind around al this.
Me: Yes, lovey?
DD: Mama, I can feel Willy inside me.
Me: That's because you love him.
DD: Can you, Mama?
Me: Yup, DD. Mother Nature is in all of us, and she brought Willy back home to be with her.
DD: I love him.
After giving DBird a little clementine to eat:
Mama: "Can I have a little slice?"
DD: "No Mama. It's a little orange. I'm a little girl. You're big. But this orange is little. And I'm little. The same. You're big. A big person. This is a little orange for little people like me. It's orange. And it's little. Like me. So it's mine. You're a grown up."
Falling asleep at the party last night, she sleepily asks: "Is Mother Nature in her belly? And hers? And hers?"
Mama: "Yes DD, Mother Nature is part of every living thing"
DD: "Yeah. I know. I was just checking on their bellies." ZZZzzzzzz......