I began two very different, yet equally snarky posts today. Neither felt right and I just did not have the heart to finish them.
So, instead of snarky, I am going to shoot for maudlin. Bring your own damned syringes of insulin and set your pancreas on alert.
A few months ago, I registered Anjali for the same school that Arun attends - she begins in the fall. A month ago, I bought her lunchbox (we needed it anyway for picnics and such.) Today, I ordered her backpack (we needed anyway for our trip to Las Vegas.) When we go to stores, Arun and Anjali not only hold hands, but they walk together into the store with me. At home, they bicker over toys, food and their parents (My mama! No! MY MAMA! My daddy! No! MY DADDY!) In the car, they bicker over who likes dinosaurs (I like dinosaurs! NO! I LIKE DINOSAURS!) Yet, if one of them is napping or out of the house, the other wanders listlessly around the house asking for the other. And often, they will disappear to far corners of our house to play together quietly. And often, in the car, if Anjali is upset and crying, Arun will reach over, grab her hand whereupon she immediately stops crying.
Somehow, despite my firm, committed stance on Lazy Parenting, these babies managed to not only survive, but they have thrived and are now children. And that is okay. This is not a sappy post about missing my babies. No, I think I relished their babyhoods enough and besides, this new stage is so much fun. I have no desire to go backwards. I do enjoy the little persons they are becoming and I am excited to meet the people they will become.
Currently, Anjali keeps saying "Mama, I have poopy butt. MAMA, I have poopy BUTT." Then, she giggles because she knows she should be saying "bottom" and not "butt". I suspect I will not be giggling myself in a few minutes.
Or maybe, I will, after all. Before I know it, she will be wiping her own poopy butt.