We went to Emily's a little early, before book club (The Solitude of Prime Numbers; my thoughts here) and the girls ground into her toys, learning a bit about sharing, a bit about gloating, a bit about toppling over on hardwood floors.
They're so sweet together, though still in mostly parallel play mode. Maya will snatch and then offer back. I'm learning when to hover, when to guide, when to sit back (this should be most of the time, but it's hard because I want fairness to prevail).
I'm so grateful one of my best friends has her first, only weeks younger than my own. We parent so differently in the smallest of ways: Olivia is on a strict schedule, which means she indicates hunger as the hour spills over, pulls into the breast when she is ready to nurse--the routine tells her so--and me? I worry that I am too lackadaisical about routine, until I gave it some thought and realized: but we do have a rhythm. It's not ticking like the clock but jagged like breathing. Sometimes we hold and carry; sometimes we are metronomes. Both girls are growing so well, are such content little ones. I asked Emily, if the babies were switched, if Maya would fall into the routine life and if either girl would thrive as much--I think yes, that Maya would adapt to timing and Olivia wouldn't mind slipping around a bit--because both of these mamas have these great pumping hearts that love love love their daughters so much, that provide a safe environment for our girls to thrive. And thrive they do.
1 comments:
That is an excellent picture of Livi on her dog! And again, you managed to capture the girls at such an angle, that Maya looks huge compared to Livi! She is bigger, of course, but not THAT much bigger :-).
We love our time with you two!
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